| I read about how you’re slow with the truth
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| Like any old Aesop’s Fable
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| But when you’re turtlesque, I’m a hare’s breath
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| Into payment under the table
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| But some journalist got his mug shot kit
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| And his briefcase on his lap
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| But I’m tired of being linked with the K.G.B
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| And all that political crap
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| Because I’ve seen your fascist faces
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| On the cover of the national papers
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| Staring out in black and white
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| From the tall gray walls on the other side
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| When I see your fascist faces
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| Then I know I’ve had enough
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| Trying to trace it or erase it
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| Is it foolproof or a bluff
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| If the boy had been blessed he’d have been arrested
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| On a charge of wearing red shoes
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| But if your pants are blue you got nothing to lose
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| It’ll make you a patriot through and through
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| When I see your fascist faces |