Now I've got my payment
For the service that I gave
They've given me my ticket

To this place beyond the grave
I suppose it's kind of funny
I suppose it's kind of sad

Thinking back on all the times we had

But it's kind of hot and smoky

In this ante-room to Hell
And I won't make up a story
'Cause you know the truth so well

It's much too late to worry
That we never had a chance
And when Joe the Georgian gets here

We will dance, dance dance
When Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance


We all set off together
On this sorry ship of state

When the captain took the fever
We were hijacked by the mate
And he steered us through the shadows

Upon an angry tide
And cast us one by one over the side


But it's kind of hot and smoky
In this ante-room to Hell
And I won't make up a story

'Cause you know the truth so well
It's much too late to worry
That we never had a chance

And when Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance, dance dance
When Joe the Georgian gets here

We will dance

There's Kamenev, Zinoviev,

Bukharin and the rest
We're sharpening our pitchforks
And we're heating up the ends

We've got a few surprises
For the mate when he appears
I hope he likes the next few million years


And it's kind of hot and smoky
In this anteroom to Hell

And I won't make up a story
'Cause you know the truth so well
It's much too late to worry

That we never had a chance
And when Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance, dance dance

When Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance