A Hard Days Fight

You’re not back in the USSR And you don’t have a ticket to ride. There’s no magic in your mystery tour. The Walrus isn’t on your side. You took a long and winding road Because we couldn’t work it out. Yesterday you raged across the universe. You should have known better, no doubt. You’re a loser, and it won’t be long Before they’ve shattered your glass onion dome. Help for you is another four-letter word. You’d better let it be and just go home. Something in the way you goosestep Is what enlightened nations can’t forgive. Get back to where you once drank vodka, And don’t even tell me all you need is Lviv.