Call me when it rains [bad word] down dancing in the streets
Between these monuments of human greed
Of uttermost conformity
We'll share a flask
And mourn for fields of ever-green
Lost in the roaring sawmill century
And how the timber went downstream
I remember the tall camp fire
And sense of unity
But all I see is cardboard walls
And crowds on shopping spree
And they're selling the embers
Proudly, fifty percent free
I raise the glass for [bad word] Karelia, I mourn for thee!
Call me when it rains [bad word] down dancing in the streets
We'll eat our beans under the railway bridge
Straight-from-the-can-hypocrisy
We'll celebrate our freedom
Shackles ringing deep
Until I slip or tear another string
And then we call a taxi (spoken)
I remember the tall camp fire
And sense of unity
But all I see is blacktop flows
'Tween mountains of debris
And they're selling the embers
Proudly, oh, fifty percent free
I raise the glass for [bad word] Karelia, I mourn for thee!