Look who's prowling Pravda's halls,
Scowling at reporters' scrawls,
Hovering above each head. . .
"That story, Ivan, is dead!"

Boris the spiker,
Boris the spiker.

Killing stories by the score,
An add-A-to-Putin* whore.
It's said "truth can set you free."
"Pravda" means "truth". . .irony.

Boris the spiker,
Boris the spiker.

Neo-Bolshy,
Neo-Stali',
Neo, neo Bolshy, Bolshy,
Neo, neo Stali', Stali',
Neo, neo Bolshy, Bolshy,
Neo, neo Stali', Stali'.

Seems he forgot 'bout the fall
Of the Union and the Wall.
He and Vlad still think Cold War;
He's still got his sinecure.

Boris the spiker,
Boris the spiker.

Neo-Bolshy,
Neo-Stali',
Neo, neo Bolshy, Bolshy,
Neo, neo Stali', Stali',
Neo, neo Bolshy, Bolshy,
Neo, neo Stali', Stali'.

Both of them still sickley red;
The oligarchy ain't dead.
In the Pravda morgue is found
Body copy he shot down.

Boris the spiker,
Boris the spiker.


*putain: whore