They Might Be Giants Sold My Mind To The Kremlin Lyrics

[Chorus]
With no place in the processional
And no seat in the convention hall
I sold my mind to the Kremlin
On the Fourth of July

[Verse 1]
I was wearing a Yoda mask
You were talking like Lou Ferrigno
A hat made of paper
A vest made of ugly
An intercom with just one button
[Bridge]
“This bag is almost empty”
That was your sole communication
From unimproved roads
On the Fourth of July

[Verse 2]
Fishing holes don't exist
And country music with all those lists
Of things from yesterday
You can no longer get

[Verse 3]
Let's talk about Patty Hearst
Skeletor and Charles Manson Reagan closed the hospitals
For the mentally ill

[Verse 4]
Train stations filled up with the mentally ill
And I'm singing into a tape recorder
Trapped in this thing
That I can't get away from

[Bridge]
“This bag is almost empty”
That was your sole communication
From unimproved roads
On the Fourth of July
[Chorus]
With no place in the processional
And no seat in the convention hall
I sold my mind to the Kremlin
On the Fourth of July

[Outro]
With no place in the processional
And no seat in the convention hall
I sold my mind to the Kremlin
On the Fourth of July