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Pig With The Face Of A Boy - A Complete History Of The Soviet Union Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris - аккорды и текст, видео

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Pig With The Face Of A Boy - A Complete History Of The Soviet Union Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris - аккорды и текст, видео

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A Complete History Of The Soviet Union Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris
Pig With The Face Of A Boy
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.
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