Sitting in a hole Has no Vodka , Has no Soul, Wearing boots that fall apart With a frightened little heart Putins patsy, Sentbto fight told that wrong is somehow right Kills women, children and babies too The worries what the drones will do Hides in trenches. ducks and runs Calls himself a mighty warrior But when the drone comes buzzing by His courage flies away bye bye bye With a dopey look upon his face He drops his gun and leaves this place A hero? No the joke has begun Just putins patsy on the run Sitting in a hole once more Dreaming of the days before No medals glory booze or pay Just wondering why he volunteered that day So march along you idiotic fool Putins war has made you a tool The biggest boast the smallest soul A pathetic russian cowering in a holle
