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