Shooting Fascists

Well he’s looking, he’s looking, he’s looking down
Hoping you’ll clean up this dirty old town
Finish his battle, before it turns rotten
Your granddad didn’t vote for fascists, he shot 'em
Yeah he shot 'em, he shot 'em, he shot 'em down
Fired his gun till they hit the ground
So I hope, you’ve not forgotten:
Your grandad didn’t vote for fascists
He shot 'em down