Soviet Trumpeter

Bright the shine in my horn exiled and forlorn, a damp night in Berlin yes
Soaked in alcohol I walk up to a doll and say “how you look good” 

Rejection follows me around like a dagger in my back, I tell you man it hurts
 [bad word] here to express myself 'cause I'm tired of these chains
I'm tired of the strains, walking 'cross the plains take me in you arms 

Fire red, the Stage I tread
Elevate me celebrate me
Extroverted but full of fear
The soviet [bad word] 

To make them dance as fairies oh to make them sing along
So close to fever pitch and oh so close to happiness
I'm tempted by their flesh oh I am tempted by their stare, I don't think I dare
'cause I am such [bad word] and I'm breaking down inside
Though the world is open wide I'm drowning in it's tide take me in your arms 

Fire red, the Ground I tread
Elevate me celebrate me
Extroverted but full of fear
The soviet [bad word]