God & The FBI

Mama's making mimeos

Pete's on the stereo

Singing 'bout freedom

Bugs in the bedroom

Big investigation

Be patient

Bet you didn't know

You were a danger to the nation

Search and seizure

Buy yourself 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

They'd tear my world apart

'Cause 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

Tear my world apart

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

Fingerprint my heart

Tear my world apart

'Cause ain't no place for a face to hide

From god and the FBI