| I'm looking through communist eyes | |
| I'm seeing planes in bloodshot skies | |
| I see the flag of a working people | |
| Who conceal the lies in the stars | |
| And sickle, it's a double edge | |
| Communist eyes, c'mon inside | |
| I can't ever find the way out | |
| Communist eyes, lost inside | |
| I never get a day out | |
| I'm looking through communist eyes | |
| All I see is an old man's alibi | |
| There's a world outside but I'm unaware | |
| I open my books but the pages stare | |
| It's a double edge | |
| Communist eyes, all so blind | |
| I can't even play the game now | |
| I'm living through communist times | |
| I wave my flag and hold me head high | |
| I can feel the glory of my comrades in masses | |
| But I'm waiting for the day when this madness passes | |
| It's a double edge |