Soviet Anal Probe

In the depths of space, where stars are few
We ventured forth, our hearts anew
With songs of glory, we marched as one Little did we know, our journey had just begun

Oh, the aliens came, with instruments so fine
Probed our behinds, with a curious design
We sang of Motherland, of comrades true
But now we wonder, what they’re doing to you

We fought the Nazis, on the Eastern Front
Our Red Army strong, our hearts unbroken
But now we face, a new and strange test
The probing of our behinds, we can’t find rest

Oh, the aliens came, with instruments so fine
Probed our behinds, with a curious design
We sang of Motherland, of comrades true
But now we wonder, what they’re doing to you

We thought of Katyusha, and her song so sweet
But now we’re left, with a strange and eerie beat
The stars above, seem distant and cold
As we ponder, the secrets they unfold

Oh, the aliens came, with instruments so fine
Probed our behinds, with a curious design
We sang of Motherland, of comrades true
But now we wonder, what they’re doing to you

Perhaps they seek, to understand our might
Or maybe they’re searching, for a new delight
We’ll sing of our courage, of our Soviet pride
But for now, we’ll just sit, and wonder inside

Oh, the aliens came, with instruments so fine
Probed our behinds, with a curious design
We sang of Motherland, of comrades true
But now we wonder, what they’re doing to you

In the depths of space, where stars are few
We’ll return to earth, with a story anew
Of the aliens’ probe, and the secrets they hold
And we’ll sing of our experience, in a tale so cold.