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 had 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
