(Futurists vote number one.)
Drive out to the woods
And don't stop until you reach a glade
By a frozen lake
Run for your life
The body's cold and it's rotting fast
In the boot of the car
Whatever you do, don't look behind you
Whatever you do, just run and run
St. Petersburg
Is a hundred miles away on a clear day
Russian [?] black out the sun
At the Stray Dog Cafe
We owe you nothing, just a slap in the face
Of public taste
Futurists vote number one
We give you cosmonauts in Luna Park
And a war against the sun
Kiev, Kharkov and Odessa
This show will run and run
St. Petersburg
Is a hundred miles away on a clear day
Russians futurists black out the sun
One day we'll make history
And they'll thank us for all we have done
When we were cruel and young
Russian futurists black out the sun
At the Stray Dog Cafe
We owe you nothing, just a slap in the face
Of public taste
Futurists vote number one
We give you cosmonauts in Luna Park
And a war against the sun
Kiev, Kharkov and Odessa
This one will run and run
All the peasants say
[?] is twenty years away
Russian futurists black out the sun