Sold My Mind to the Kremlin

With no place in the processional

and no seat in the convention hall

I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July

I was wearing a Yoda mask

You were talking like Lou Ferrigno

A hat made of paper. A vest made of ugly

An intercom with just one button

“This bag is almost empty”

That was your sole communication

From unimproved roads on the Fourth of July

Fishing holes don’t exist and country music with all those lists

Of things from yesterday you can no longer get

Let's talk about Patti Hearst, Skeletor and Charles Manson

Reagan closed the hospitals for the mentally ill

Train stations filled up with the mentally ill

And I’m singing into a tape recorder

Trapped in this thing that I can’t get away from

“This bag is almost empty”

That was your sole communication

From unimproved roads on the Fourth of July

With no place in the processional

and no seat in the convention hall

I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July

With no place in the processional

and no seat in the convention hall

I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July