Lyrics
Moscow Mitch
What more can be said about a politician
Who chooses grim reaper as his name
You’re so proud of your foolishness
And your wretched little game
No wit or ingenuity in your deeds
You simply disregard the rules
Of a civilized democracy
They rightly call you Moscow Mitch
The right hand man of Putin’s bitch
You tarnish your esteemed position
Furthering your party’s attrition
To say you are a sack of excrement
Would be a lie, sir
‘cause even shit is useful
If you need fertilizer
But you are truly useless
Your existence detracts from life
You are corrupt and contemptible
And so is your wife
They rightly call you Moscow Mitch
The right hand man of Putin’s bitch
Our country’s legacy
Lies trodden on under your feet
