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