Anti-Fascist Cabaret

Glamour so nakedly fascist
Not a thing resembling what it seems
And me so perfectly painless
As we come to resemble what we need
The fighting it ain’t easy
Though it is exactly what it seems
It’s the comedy that kills me
'Cause sometimes you say some things i mean

The angels of Los Angles
Are worn out from laughing, careening carelessly
In the evenings behind the fruit stands
They come to assemble what they need
They buy bottles of desperation
Reeking of sex so cruel and carelessly
And these are just a few of your addictions
But sometimes you say some things i mean

The rat men accused me
Of not liking their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt
For days they argued
In their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt
Considering the question
In their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt
Finally they condemned me
To their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt

With glamour so nakedly fascist
And that is exactly what i mean
And me so perfectly painless
And that is exactly what I mean
I buy bottles of desperation
Reeking of sex so crude and pointlessly
And these are just a few of my addictions
But sometimes i say just what you mean

The rat men accused me
Of not liking their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt
For days they argued
In their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt
Considering the question
In their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt
Finally they condemned me
To their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their!