Although I'm young I got a job to do Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe Call it a business trip Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever
I got my papers and a cyanide pill My polaroid's a taser in disguise There's a base in the hills And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November
Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun Your love reads like the broken code you sent me One last contact in red square Unless I have to run and the long arms of the KGB detect me
Can't trust a soul, secret messenger Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain and a cool 45 The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange
ICBM Bang! Bang! You're dead! No one left to worry Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry
Our last contact in red square Unless I have to run And the long arms of the CIA detect me Hey! Hey! Hey!
