Although I'm young, I got a job to do

Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe

Call it a business trip

Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever

I got my papers and a cyanide pill

My polaroid's a taser in disguise

There's a base in the hills

And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November

Astrovia sweet comrade your nation is your gun

Your love reads like the broken code you sent me

One last contact in red square

Unless I have to run and the long arms of the KGB detect me

Can't trust a soul secret messenger

Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain

And a cool 45, the wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange

Bang! Bang! You're dead!

No one left to worry

Kiss me quick now I have to hurry

Our last contact in red square

Unless I have to run

And the long arms of the CIA detect me

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