glamour so nakedly fascist,
not a thing resembling what it seems
& 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 angeles
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 & carelessly
& 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 & their stench & their dirt
for days they argued
in their garbage, their squeals & their stench & their dirt
considering the question
in their garbage, their squeals & their stench & their dirt
finally they condemned me
to their garbage, their squeals & their stench & their dirt

with glamour so nakedly fascist,
& that is exactly what i mean
& me so perfectly painless
& that is exactly what i mean
i buy bottles of desperation
reeking of sex so crude & pointlessly
& 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 & their stench & their dirt
for days they argued in
their garbage, their squeals & their stench & their dirt
considering the question in
their garbage, their squeals & their stench & their dirt
finally they condemned me
to their garbage, their squeals & their stench & their dirt


Lyrics submitted by Seth17

Anti-Fascist song meanings
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