Emotional Fascism

[tajmahalic]

And just when I was beginning to think that everyone might be right...There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen
Who comes into my house every night,
And she takes all the red, yellow, orange, and green
And she turns them into black and white.

But you tease, and you flirt,
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt --
You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it.

Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table

'Cause somewhere in the Quisling Clinic
There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes.
She's listening in to the Venus line;
She's picking out names...
I hope none of them are mine

But you tease, and you flirt,
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt --
You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it.

Never said I was a stool pigeon.
I never said I was a diplomat.
Everybody is under suspicion,
But you don't wanna hear about that

'Cause you tease, and you flirt,
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt --
You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it.

Better send a begging letter to the big investigation:
Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?

You tease, and you flirt,
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt --
You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it.

Yeah, it's like that.
And you don't know half of my frustration -- you probably never will.

I don't wanna be a lover;
I just wanna be your victim.