Communist Chords

We think we know,
Where to go,
Though we've cried,
There's nothing to hide.

Nowhere to run,
No-one to fear,
(When) we lie beside,
The ones we hold dear.

We don't know,
Where to go,
When we cry,
There's nowhere to fly.

(Give) in to our demands,
(These) seeds are yours to plant,
Fulfill all our plans,
Because we can't.

We're out of luck,
Waist deep in muck,
Your skin not mine,
You could have declined

Stepping stones will reach,
The shore someday,
You know we didn't teach, you,
To be that way.