fascist faces

Lyrics

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