I read about how you're slow with the truth

Like any old Aesop's Fable

But when you're turtlesque, I'm a hare's breath

Into payment under the table

But some journalist got his mug shot kit

And his briefcase on his lap

But I'm tired of being linked with the K.G.B.

And all that political crap



'Cause I've seen your fascist faces

On the cover of the national papers

Staring out in black and white

From the tall gray walls on the other side

When I see your fascist faces

Then I know I've had enough

Trying to trace it or erase it

Is it foolproof or a bluff



If the boy'd been blessed he'd have been arrested

On a charge of wearing red shoes

But if your pants are blue you got nothing to lose

It'll make you a patriot through and through

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