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
 I've come 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 Trumpeter
 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 a communist 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 Trumpeter