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