Our Glorious Leader 
Declares by decree: 
'The music of the Glorious State from this time on will be 
Square-jawed and dreary
For the good of us all.' 
Hammer, [bad word] and anvil under state control

My name is Dimitri
Man of some renown
In this symphony of spies I keep my ear to the ground
Stave, crochet and quaver 
Under the editor's scrawl
Hammer, [bad word] and anvil under state control

An operetta for our leader
quartet for the drawer
He gets the rank cantatas
And I keep the score 
libretto for the death camps
Some day you'll hear them all
Hammer, [bad word] and anvil under state control
Hammer, [bad word] and anvil under state control