A long-lost-war parade ground
Trenches bridge horizons
We slept the night in loose soil
At dawn, we started running
We started running
WE STARTED RUNNING

Come on and drown in the human knees and elbows (Raise up the Cup of Sorrows high!)
Battle's joined for the free gold coins
assembled (Raise up the Cup of Sorrows high!)

Uncle Nizi traversed the River Styx
in a hovercraft with REO Speedwagon
Twigs in his hair, and his skin quite green and yellow (Nizi got back from the dead)
He says, it's great to have syphilis,
the people just adore the fellow
(Cockatoos and boats on heads)

As those inbreds give speeches
We'll terminate all leases
A sacrifice is called for:
Run for gold, run for gold

The Tsar will be retiring to a cellar in the forest
You go with him if you want to -
come on - stampede

We'll bind you into haybales
You serve at our scant pleasure
Come on and have your hysterics
& then stampede, stampede to Khodynka

Boats and cockatoos on our heads
Here to review the deaths
Like a ballet, or an exhibition,
or an amusement, so the Tsar doesn't need to
No, he certainly doesn't need to
Nicky got crowned, nothing else matters

Nizi slept around' until a drug deal
in Marseilles in 1969
Nicky's physician from Inverness
carried bottles of baby-plasma so there
could be tests and tests would go well,
every time Nicky commanded

Carlos Ramirez from down Venezuela way
took hostages all the way from Helsinki
shackled to his gypsy caravan.
Little Richard led the singing, by the
fishermen and patriarchs - consecrations on trestle tables, every 20 feet in the throng.

Stampede.