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