I read about how you're slow with the truthLike any old
Aesop's FableBut when you're turtlesque, I'm a
hare's breathInto payment under the tableBut some
journalist got his mug shot kitAnd his briefcase on his lapBut
I'm tired of being linked with the K.G.B.And all that
political crap`Cause I've seen your fascist facesOn the
cover of the national papersStaring out in black and whiteFrom
the tall gray walls on the other sideWhen I see your fascist
facesThen I know I've had enoughTrying to trace it or erase
itIs it foolproof or a bluffIf the boy had been blessed he'd
have been arrestedOn a charge of wearing red shoesBut if your
pants are blue you got nothing to loseIt'll make you a
patriot through and through