Children on the run, children on the hide
Butcher on the front of the Communist block
Madman beats a path to your neighbor's back door
Never gonna get a break to settle this score.
Shadow on a train, and a fable in their heads
With a hero in the reign by the railway line
Madman on a five year mission all told
Listen to the prophet's gonna save your souls.
Burakov's in the woods, carnage going down
A mother's nightmare in this Ukraine town
Children on the run, children on the hide
Viktor's misery in a chalk outline
Too proud to be wrong, too blind to be right
Party of the people keep the madman out of sight (and out of mind)
With his bag and his rope and the children all around.
A pledge to stop the screams in this Rostov town.
Sing hey... OOO... OOO... OOO!
Madmen on the hunt, children in the ruins
Government tumbles through a hole in a tomb
And it's one for the trouble, fifty-two for the sorrows
Viktor's misery will never live to see tomorrow.