Besedila: Germs. Communist Eyes.

I'm looking through communist eyes
I'm seeing planes in bloodshot skies
I see the flag of a working people
Who conceal the lies in the stars
And sickle, it's a double edge

Communist eyes, c'mon inside
I can't ever find the way out
Communist eyes, lost inside
I never get a day out

I'm looking through communist eyes
All I see is an old man's alibi
There's a world outside but I'm unaware
I open my books but the pages stare
It's a double edge

Communist eyes, all so blind
I can't even play the game now

I'm living through communist times
I wave my flag and hold me head high
I can feel the glory of my comrades in masses
But I'm waiting for the day when this madness passes
It's a double edge