[Intro] [Driving 102 BPM two-step groove, weeping pedal steel, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and twangy Telecaster over crisp punchy drums] [Verse 1] Midnight quiet on the suburb lawn Two-stroke engine buzzing till the dawn Flying low across the dacha fence Where is the analog air defense? Mobile cameras in the neighbor yard Cursing loud at the radar guard Pantsir sleeping while the sky is clear Moped brings the sudden panic near Two-cylinder piston pounding wild and raw Carving right through the imperial law! [Pre-Chorus] Engine hums across the garden trees Screaming loud for all the world to see Cutting straight through the summer cloud Shouting at the radar crew aloud! [Chorus] Analogovnet! The shield of steel is blind! No air defense of any glorious kind! Through the dachas, neon and flame Lawnmower engines mocking at their name! Curse at the night as the moped screams on high Watch all the cardboard propaganda die! Breaking through the ring! Analogovnet! [Verse 2] Tubes and needles on the radar glass Nothing shows as the shadows pass Screaming soldiers in the summer heat Watching scrap metal racing down the street Cruising low above the golden dome Turn the throttle all the way back home Nothing left of the helpless shout Blow the paper-thin defense line out Cardboard empires built of grease and rust Turned to a laughingstock in the dust! [Pre-Chorus] Engine hums across the garden trees Screaming loud for all the world to see Cutting straight through the summer cloud Shouting at the radar crew aloud! [Chorus] Analogovnet! The shield of steel is blind! No air defense of any glorious kind! Through the dachas, neon and flame Lawnmower engines mocking at their name! Curse at the night as the moped screams on high Watch all the cardboard propaganda die! Breaking through the ring! Analogovnet! [Bridge] In the quiet suburbs Above the wooden roof A two-stroke engine The living proof Watch the paper fortress fall! [Chorus] Analogovnet! The shield of steel is blind! No air defense of any glorious kind! Through the dachas, neon and flame Lawnmower engines mocking at their name! Curse at the night as the moped screams on high Watch all the cardboard propaganda die! Breaking through the ring! Analogovnet! [Outro] Moped in the midnight sky. [Pedal steel and singing fiddle trade licks over a driving two-step, finishing on a crisp country stop]
