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God And The FBI Lyrics - Artist : Ian, Janis
Mama's making mimeos. Pete's on the stereo
Singing 'bout freedom, bugs in the bedroom Big investigation - danger to the nation Search and seizure, better buy a lawyer "We know you're a member "Saw you under cover "Are you hiding evidence?" None of this makes any sense They called the FBI I had to disappear Called the G-men, T-men, See-You-At-The-Scene men Told 'em I was hiding here They could fingerprint my heart I knew it from the start Ain't no place for a face to hide From God and the FBI Commies, Pinkos, reds at the windows Foreign agitators running elevators J. Edgar Hoover in a pink tutu Investigating anyone who thinks like you Welcome to the fifties You look a little shifty They called the FBI I had to disappear Called the G-men, T-men, See-You-At-The-Scene men Told 'em I was hiding here They could fingerprint my heart I knew it from the start Ain't no hole for a soul to hide From God and the FBI Stay flat, don't rat, what's a proletariat? Stalin was a democrat - Washington is where it's at Every politician is a sewer of ambition Hide me, hide you - better hide the baby too "We demand an interview "How long have you been a Jew? "We can make you testify "Freedom is no alibi" They called the FBI I had to disappear Called the G-men, T-men, See-You-At-The-Scene men Told 'em I was hiding here They could fingerprint my heart I knew it from the start Ain't no place for a face to hide From God and the FBI |
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