| I can’t help being the way that I am
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| It’s not paranoia, it’s Uncle Sam
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| The minute I was born they’ve had my prints
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| They use intimidation as their biggest hint
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| The boys at the capitol they know who you are
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| Everything about you is on a little white card
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| S.S. numbers, now you’re pegged for life
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| A life under their watchful little eyes
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| I went to school, I didn’t know why
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| Then I found out only later in life
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| I wasn’t there to learn like I had thought
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| I was being baby sat, that’s what I was taught
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| We pay them cash to live in a free land
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| Why don’t they just charge us all to stand
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| I sit in my room at night wondering what they see
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| I also wonder what they have in store for me |