クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Janis Ian
Acoustic Guitar
Jim Cregan
Background Vocals
Marc Moreau
Drums
David Liker
Drums
Consensus
Tuba
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janis Ian
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Janis Ian
Producer
Jim Cregan
Producer
Marc Moreau
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
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
Writer(s): Janis Ian
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