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