In a lonesome prison cell in [bad word] There's a flier, Francis Powers is his name
He was captured on a mission for his country
And he'll never see Old Glory wave again.

When the clouds are hangin' high above the Kremlin
And the moonbeams many happy memories bring
There's a Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere
That's the song [bad word] jailers hear him sing.

In a lonesome prison cell in [bad word] Where no Bible ever speaks His precious name
There's the boy who flew the U2 for his country
To make sure that no Pearl [bad word] again.

When the clouds are hangin' high above the Kremlin
And the moonbeams many happy memories bring
There's a Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere
Waving o'er the land of heroes brave and [bad word] 

When the clouds are hangin' high above the Kremlin
And the moonbeams many happy memories bring
There's a Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere
That's the song [bad word] jailers hear him sing.