Be Quiet Pussy Riot!

Beat them ‘til they bleed

Better behead them in fact

That’s how the master without sin

Would do it with a brick a blade a lash

There’s no room for punkettes

On the altar of vindictiveness

Tell me something please

Are there any plaques commemorating

The sponsorship donations

Of murderers and thieves

In your holy tourist temple of old?

Or is it something I’m just told?

We shall photograph

The eyes of the dead

And in them will be

An image of the murderer

It says in Soviet Russia fights crime

So come back truth and justice

We all know those so called judges

Are as bent as an aluminum dime

So beat them ‘til they bleed

That’ll teach the ignorant twits

They don’t deserve to be united

With their children those mothers

Those witches those lizards those tits

Let real men punch out the bitches

Burn them in public like Nero would do

Then look up situationism on Wikipedia

There’s a page there for unholy fools.

Let He without sin light the Roman candle

Let He without sin cast the first stone

Let He without sin set light to the mothers

And mangle their children into fetid pulp

And whistle and waltz all the way home

Until they recant and deny their mummy’s cult

Beat them ‘til they bleed

Better behead them in fact

That’s how the master without sin

Would do it with a brick a blade a lash

There’s no room for punkettes

On the altar of vindictiveness

Meantime down in Britain they don’t give a blink

About their little sisters

So rip your chest out women at the Olympic circus rink

And show those mirthless misters

‘Cos they’re scared as hell of breasts

Free Pussy Riot baby - rage for Love and laugh at Death.

P.s - let's all buy a new gold watch for Kirill
and cheer him up with a Christmas kiss
Poor old boy looks distinctly ill 
And he doesnt know what time it is.

30 / 7 / 2012   (16.49) - Moscow. 

pic - elena morozova