Fascists live among the trees in hollowed logs and under leaves and in the snow they do not freeze wrapped warm in death from shoes to sleaves They are legion for they are many they are souls that haven't any They are stranded out at sea in a storm that they have raised They are icons of the city and preachers who are praised Fascists fuck with midgets and make over seven digits Fascists go to PTA and write poetry that rhymes They brush their teeth three times a day and read the New York Times You'll find fascists everywhere from the holy land to gay paris` from pole to pole each and every soul is a fascist and a fascist all are we