Dm A To Moscow I came seeking fortune A7 Dm But they're making me work til I'm dead Dm A The bourgeoisie have it so easy Gm A The Tsar's putting gold on his bread Bb F The people of Moscow are hungry Gm A But think what a feast there could be Bb Dm If we could create a socialist state Bb A That cared for the people like me: A Dm I am the man who arranges the blocks A Dm That descend upon me from up above. Gm F They come down and I spin them around A Dm Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. A Dm Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine A Dm And the lines will be formed as they fall - Gm F Then I see that I have misjudged it! A Dm I should not have nudged it after all. Dm A Dm A Can I have a long one please? Dm A Dm A Why must these infernal blocks tease? A Dm I am the man who arranges the blocks A Dm That continue to fall from up above. Gm F Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite! A Dm A collective regime of peace and love. A Dm I work so hard in arranging the blocks A Dm But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry Gm F But the workers will rise! We will not compromise A Dm For we know that the old regime must die. Dm A Dm A Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! Dm A Dm A We salute the sickle and star! A Dm I am the man who arranges the blocks A Dm That continue to fall from up above Gm F The food on your plate now belongs to the state A Dm A collective regime of peace and love. A Dm I have no choice in arranging the blocks A Dm Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. Gm F The rule of the game is we all are the same A Dm And my blocks must create unbroken rows. Dm A Dm A Long live Stalin! He loves you! Dm A Dm A Sing these words, or you know what he'll do... A Dm I am the man who arranges the blocks A Dm That are made by the men in Kazakhstan. Gm F They come two weeks late and they don't tessellate A Dm But we're working to Stalin's five year plan. A Dm I am the man who arranges the tanks A Dm That will make all the Nazis keep away Gm F The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! A Dm Let us point all our guns at the USA. Dm A Dm A We shall live forever more! Dm A Dm A We can start a nuclear war! A Dm I am the man who arranges the blocks A Dm That are building a highly secret base. Gm F Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! A Dm We are sending our men to outer space. A Dm I work so hard in arranging the blocks A Dm But each night I go home to my wife in tears - Gm F What's the point of it all, when you're building a wall A Dm And in front of your eyes it disappears? Dm A Dm A Pointless work for pointless pay Dm A Dm A This is one game I shall not play. Dm I am the man who arranges the blocks! A Dm But tomorrow I think I'll stay in bed. Gm F The winter is cold, I've got plenty of gold A Dm And I'm standing in line for a loaf of bread Dm A Dm A Maybe we'd be better off Dm A Dm A If we brought down Gorbachev! A Dm I am the man who arranges the blocks A Dm That continue to fall from up above. Gm F The markets are free! So much money for me! A Dm Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? Gm F The markets are free! So much money for me! A Dm Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? Dm Dm A Dm Peace and love, peace and love! D F#m And now the wall is down, the Marxists frown G A There's foreign shops all over town D F#m When in Red Square, well don't despair G A There's Levi's and McDonald's there Bm A The US gave us crystal meth G F#m F# And Yeltsin drank himself to death D F# Bm A But now that Putin's put the boot in, G A D Who'll get in our way? D F#m So we reject free enterprise G A And once again the left will rise. D F#m Prepare the flags to be unfurled G A For we're seceding from the world: Bm A We shall regain the Georgian soil, G F#m F# We shall obtain the Arctic oil, D F# Bm A We shall arrange the blocks and toil G A D Forever and a day! G D Game over.