Bolshevik, bearded plotters talk in accents thick
Grab a homemade bomb and light the wick
You'll die at hands of Bolshevik

Suddenly, the whole land erupts in anarchy
Every half-baked revolution'ry
Finds golden opportunity

This Czar has to go, in the snow, we grabbed his sleigh
Took his wife and kids and we blew them all away

Forcefully, we will overthrow democracy
Seven decades more of tyranny
We live with risk of World War Three

Trotsky had to go, Mexico, a world away
Stalin tracked him down, an assassin sent to slay

Bolshevik, violence oozing from a mind that's sick
These fanatics prone to anger, quick
And their beliefs are Bull-shevik