Making Peace With The Enemy

Tonight, You're going to break enemy lines
Sneak aboard a Russian installation
You'll wait until morning
They might shoot you dead
They might put you away
They might let you go
But your job, men
Is to make peace with the Russians
You're not going to pack any weapons

Proud of our mission
We stood until morning
they shot us with needles
Putting us to sleep, one by one
They said it will protect us
From the Russian disease
When they got to me
They did not have enough
I did not sleep, but only got tired
The doctor laid down with me
Said, "I'm sorry son, you may not live
    and you cannot leave"

They put us in civilian clothes
Marched us through a Russian mall
Didn't know they had Russian Life magazines
Watched a Russian non-conformer
Complain about his hamburger
So they took it away
And replaced it with mush
We said, "alright"
And all the Russians said, "alright"

They marched us across a bridge
I began to feel faint and fell over the rail
One of my buddies said, "he's going to drown"
My Russian friend said, "there's no water,
    he'll be okay.

    But it will be awhile before they come and get him,
    he might die before then"
My buddy said, "if he dies, I'll die with him"
So he jumped down with me
My Russian friend said, "make some furniture,
    build a shelter, it might be awhile
    before they come and get you"
So we dug out a tunnel
    and went to sleep

By:  Roger  Harkness


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