Fascists Songtext
von Death Comesto Matteson

All you fascists unite
Around the flag of perfect hindsight
Wake to find yourself alone

Whether communist or catholic
We′re infected with the sickness
Of this green and dying world
We call our home

You may call it love
In the name of pride
Tell me what's it going to take
For you to face the guns tonight

If you′re tired of losing face
Put on your mask again
And walk into the church
With your head held high


But the teacher and me
We're going out to find some thieves
And show them how to make everything alright

You may call it love
In the name of pride
Tell me what's it going to take
For you to face the guns tonight

Find it hard to catch your breath
Choking on your sacraments
Blood doesn′t taste like wine when God keeps the score

If the people are this state
You′re proof we were never really great
It's just your own best days that left you wanting more

You may call it love
In the name of pride
Tell me what′s it going to take
For you to face the guns tonight