Lyrics

There's a small man in Moscow
With an ego as big as they come
He reigns fire down on people
who are free, old and young
As his fallout continues
With death on the ground floor
The warlord retires for the evening
Hangs his nukes high up on the door

Putin sings love songs
For all the wreckage he's led
Well he ain’t no cowboy
Just a killer in red
As the Kremlin is crumbling
Through the mirror there's a smile
Like the KGB
The demons are running wild

Well it makes me wonder
what goes through one's mind
when they’re not pulling the trigger
On the firing line
Must be a lot lonely nights
Where there ain't any sleep
With all that blood on your hands
And the rubble at your feet

Putin sings love songs
For all the wreckage he's led
Well he ain’t no cowboy
Just a killer in red
As the Kremlin is crumbling
Through the mirror there's a smile
Like the KGB
The demons are running wild