Poor old Marat, in you we trust
You work 'til your eyes turn as red as rust
And while you work
They're on your track
The boots on the stairway, the door thrown back....

Whatever you say say nothin'
When you talk about you know what
For if you know who should hear ya,
You know what you'll get
They'll take you off
To you know where
For you wouldn't know how long
So for you know who's sake
Don't let anyone
Hear you singin' this song....