I learned from years of reading Marx
That Surplus is meant to be spread
To people who have less than you
I know I have so much to give
I give it all to you
But you revolt citing suppression
protesting my fascist affection
I gave you all I had to give from one to another
Baby what can I say?
I’m a communist lover
I picture you a swan in love
Two birds of a feather
We traveled to the highest point
above an Estuary
You dive down but I cannot
I’m not a swan I’m only a canary
So I’ll stay alone and sing my tunes
To keep me company
I’ve built a monopoly on sad songs
disguised with references to obscurity
You took to heart
The capitalists calling you a leech
But I happily obliged just to have you in my reach
I learned from years of reading Marx
That Surplus is meant to be spread
To people who have less than you
I know I have so much to give
I give it all to you
But you revolt citing suppression
protesting my fascist affection
I gave you all I had to give from one to another
Baby what can I say?
I’m a communist lover