Occupy the city with a kitchen frying pan
Go out with a vacuum, get off on it,
Seduce battalions of police damsels
Naked cops rejoice in the new reforms

The fucking end to sexist putinists!

Kropotkin-vodka splashes in the bellies
You feel good, but those Kremlin bastards
Face the revolt of the toilets, fatal poisoning
Flashing lights won’t save you, Kennedy will meet you

The fucking end to informant bosses!

Caught some zzz’s, time to oppress the day
The knuckle-duster’s ready, feminism’s sharpened
Take your soup away to Eastern Siberia
So that Riot will become rough enough

The fucking end to sexist putinists!
The fucking end to sexist putinists!
The fucking end to sexist putinists!


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Kropotkin-Vodka song meanings
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