Little Fascist Heart

Well you laugh at the fat girls to bring them down a peg And you're picking on some little kid who's playing by your shed And you talk down the gays and the immigrants and friends And you blame it on the other guy for how your story ends So you'll meet up in the cafe with some folk who look like you And without the slightest effort you'll decide who made you loose As your guy comes on the TV, and he's pouring out his scorn For everyone who dares to come from where he wasn't born But it's time to make your tea, and settle down your fascist little heart Its rosy in the glow of faded dusty dreams of 1953 when everything was right When everything was right So you're shouting at those teenagers for playing on your street While they're picking on some other by who's mind they cannot read You're an expert curtain twitcher, a martyr to the cause You've got your plans, you've got your schemes, all that's missing is applause And it's Time to make the tea, and settle down before you blow a fuse Its rosy in the glow of faded dusty dreams of 1953 when everything was right Take me home Take me home Take me home Take me home Its rosy in the glow of faded dusty dreams of 1953 So try to settle down your broken little soul, you never were quite whole You never You never You never were quite whole You never were quite whole Astrid?