Lyrics Contact In Red Square - Live 1977 - Late Show - Blondie
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 trench coat and be clever
I got my papers
And a cyanide pill
My polaroid's a taster 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 broken record 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 forty five
The wind is ice
And foreign air tastes strange
ICBM 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 CIA detect me
Hey hey hey
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