Rodion - The Underground Youth

Strung out cold and lonely

With a gun in his hand

He stares across the river

But has no other plans

The key that hangs around his neck

To the old gulag

He keeps all other memories

In a worn out leather bag

Strung out cold and lonely

With a gun in his hand

He squeezes tight the handle

But has no other plans

The key that hangs around his neck

To the old gulag

All his other memories

Are dreams he's never had...