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Dan Bern - Fascist in Me

Song Lyrics

When I vote, I vote democratic
Or sometimes further left, like peace & freedom
Or even libertarian
I'm pro-choice, pro-environment
Against large corporations and the neutron bomb
But when I'm stuck on the freeway
and it's hot and someone cuts me off
I think they outta fry that son of a bitch.

Its the fascist in me
Learn to speak English, get a job, get a life
Its the fascist in me
Get rid of that smell, go back where you came from
Its the fascist in me
You're a burden, you're a drain on the economy)
Its the fascist in me
Its so distasteful going to the grocery store
for some Haagendaas on a Saturday night
when you have to pass this vermin

I give to 7 charities
I've played 5 different benefits in the past month
My bumper stickers say "Save the Whales",
"Visualize Peace," "NPR"
But when someone's rude in a restaurant,
I'd like to make them look at the barrel of a gun
and then we'd see how smug they are.

Its the fascist in me
Wish I had the authority to take your house
Its the fascist in me
Wish I had the authority to take your tongue
Its the fascist in me
I'd run you naked through the middle of the town.
Its the fascist in me
You'd live in fear
knowing every creak of the floorboard, knock on the door,
or cry in the dark of night could be your last

Sometimes I'd just like to take on the world
and decree that they all go away
Everyone's stupid
and no one has anything very insightful to say
Its the price you have to pay.
I'm tired of it today.
I'd like another way.

Its the fascist in me
Wear some normal clothes,
don't have so many children,
Learn to speak English,
Get a job, Get a life.
Where'd you get that car,
which drugs did you sell,
How'd you get that job, who's quota did you fill.
I'd like to plant my fist in the middle of your face
Don't talk so loud, don't walk so slow.
If you just disappeared no one would care
no one would care if you just dissapeared
your own mother ought to be down on her knees
cleaning my kitchen
just go away!
Its the fascist in me
learn to speak English
get a job, get a life
drop your pants
its the fascist in me


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