Communist Love Song

[G] [D] [Em]
[C]

 ( * - picking looks something like this.

     [C]
   e--------------------------|
   B-3-------------3----------|
   G---2------2--------2------|
   D-----0------0------- 0----|
   A-------1---------1--------|
   E--------------------------|

   alt.

     [C]
   e--------------------------|
   B-3--------3---------------|
   G---2--------2---2------2--|
   D-----0--------0---0-------|
   A-------1------------1-----|
   E--------------------------|
      (you can pick G* with the same principles) )

It was [G]well concieved in [D]theory but it [Em]does'nt work in life.  [C]
[G]Comrade has to [Em]wonder: "is it [C]ever worth the effort?"  [C]
             [G]                  [D]           [Em]
[C]Well I dont know, but I've been told not to hang onto my hope.
             [G]                  [Em]                 [C]
Well I dont[C] know what I've been told and I've been listening all my life.

[G]If you're ever [D]less then certain [Em]about the world
[G]please dont let the worry make its [C]way into your work
[G]and if you would stick [D]up for me and [Em]face some adversity,
[G]know that I would only do the [C]same.

Cause it was [G]well concieved in [D]theory but it [Em]does'nt work in [C]life. [C]
[G]Me I will not [Em]write it of not [C]ever having [D]tried. [D]
Well [G]I don't know, but I've been [D]told not to [Em]hang onto my [C]hope[C].
     [G]                           [Em]                 [C]
Well I [D]don't know what I've been told but these are lies and they get old.

[D]

So [G]look me in the [D]eyes under ex[Em]panding winter [C]skies,
you'll find a [G]feeling there that [Em]never knows the [C]cold.
[G]Look me in the [D]eyes and the [Em]sceptic in me [C]dies,
[G]scepsis is a [Em]fool, we are [C]exeptions to the [D]world.

[D]

        [G]                [D]               [Em]
[C]This is our land this is our land I will cross it holding your hands.
[G]Kursk down to [Em]Moscow will [C]not be turned [D]away.
This is [G]our land, this is [D]our land, I will [Em]cross it holding [C]your hands.
[G]The crocked streets of [Em]Petersburg, [C]we are all the [D]same

[D]

So [G]if you're ever [D]less then certain[Em] about the [C]world
[G]please dont let the [Em]worry make its [C]way into your [D]work.
And [G]if you would stick [D]up for me in the [Em]face of great ad[C]versity
[G]know that I would [Em]do the same [C]know we are the [D]same.

[D]

[G]If you would stick [D]up for me speek [Em]highly and po[C]eticly,
[G]you can be my [Em]personal am[C]bassador to the [D]world,
and [G]if you're ever [D]less then certain [Em]I will be your [C]iron curtain
[G]              [Em]              [C]            [G]
[G]  (alt. [G] [G/E])
I will be your Berlinwall, and I will never fall