Leningrad

Victor was born
 The spring of '44
 And never saw
 His father anymore
 A child of sacrifice
 A child of war
 Another son who never had
 A father after Leningrad
 Went off to school
 And learned to serve his state
 Followed the rules
 And drank his vodka straight
 The only way to live
 Was drown the hate
 The Russian life was very sad
 And such was life in Leningrad
 I was born in '49
 A Cold War kid in McCarthy times
 Stop 'em at the 38th parallel
 Blast those yellow reds to hell
 Cold War kids were hard to kill
 Under their desks in an air raid drill
 Haven't they heard we won the war
 What do they keep on fighting for?
 Victor was sent
 To some red army town
 Served out his time
 Became a circus clown
 The greatest happiness
 He'd ever found
 Was making Russian children glad
 When children lived in Leningrad
 The children lived in Levittown
 Hid in the shelters underground
 Till the Soviets turned their ships around
 Tore the Cuban missiles down
 And in that bright October sun
 We knew our childhood days were done
 And I watched my friends go off to war
 What do they keep on fighting for?
 So my child and I came to this place
 To meet him, eye to eye and face to face
 He made my daughter laugh
 Then we embraced
 We never knew what friends we had
 Until we came to Leningrad