kumrads die because they're told) kumrads die before they're old (kumrads aren't afraid to die kumrads don't and kumrads won't believe in life) and death knows whie (all good kumrads you can tell by their altruistic smell moscow pipes good kumrads dance) kumrads enjoy s.freud knows whoy the hope that you may mess your pance every kumrad is a bit of quite unmitigated hate (travelling in a futile groove god knows why) and so do i (because they are afraid to love