Sold My Mind To The Kremlin

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[Chorus]

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With no place in the processional
        G
And no seat in the convention hall
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I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July


[Verse 1]

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 I was wearing a Yoda mask
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 You were talking like Lou Ferrigno

A hat made of paper. A vest made of ugly
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 An intercom with just one button
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 “This bag is almost empty”
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 That was your sole communication
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From unimproved roads on the Fourth of July


[Verse 2]

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 Fishing holes don't exist and country music with all those lists
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Of things from yesterday you can no longer get
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Let's talk about Patti Hearst, Skeletor and Charles Manson
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Reagan closed the hospitals for the mentally ill
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Train stations filled up with the mentally ill
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And I'm singing into a tape recorder
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Trapped in this thing that I can’t get away from
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 "This bag is almost empty"
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 That was your sole communication
                                        G
From unimproved roads on the Fourth of July


[Chorus]

     C
With no place in the processional
        G
And no seat in the convention hall
          F                                 G     C
I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July

     C
With no place in the processional
        G
And no seat in the convention hall
          F                                 G     C
I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July