Comecon

Frogs croak, frogs croak for all
From the dark grass outside, you can hear them call
Satan is laughing, he is laughing at us all
Look at the toiling little man,
and then he's destroyed for no reason at all
The meek shall inherit the earth when it's dead
When all temples are ashes, and the soil bears no bread
Frogs croak, frogs croak for some