Unbroken corruption, our sacred foundati

Unbroken corruption, our sacred foundation, Oligarch palaces rise from the mud. Glorious leaders enrich the whole nation— Well, at least those with gold in their blood. Chorus Glory to chaos, the land of decay! Glory to vodka, the true god we pray! Great propaganda, on TV each day, Russia is mighty—if lies make it stay. Verse 2 Rocket parades with their cardboard perfection, Army of drones made from plastic and tape. Heroes of “victory” march to inspection, While the recruits are all planning escape. Chorus Glory to chaos, the land of decay! Glory to vodka, the true god we pray! Great propaganda, on TV each day, Russia is mighty—if lies make it stay. Bridge Bound by the chains of our own isolation, Fear is the anthem we sing to survive. From frozen salaries to mobilization, Yet state TV swears: “We’re alive, we’re alive!” Final Chorus Glory to chaos, the land of decay! Glory to vodka, the true god we pray! Great propaganda, on TV each day, Russia is mighty—if lies make it stay.