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