Although I'm young, I got a job to do
Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe
Call it a business trip
Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever
I got my papers and a cyanide pill
My polaroid's a taser in disguise
There's a base in the hills
And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November
Astrovia sweet comrade your nation is your gun
Your love reads like the perfumed note you sent me
One last contact in red square
Unless I have to run and the long arms of the KGB detect me
Can't trust a soul secret messenger
Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
And a cool 45, the wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange
Bang! Bang! You're dead!
No one left to worry
Kiss me quick now I have to hurry
Our last contact in red square
Unless I have to run
And the long arms of the CIA detect me
Hey!