God & The FBI Lyrics

Mama's making mimeos. Pete's on the stereo
singing 'bout freedom, bugs in the bedroom
Big investigation - danger to the nation
Search and seizure, better buy 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
I knew it from the start
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
I knew it from the start
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
They could fingerprint my heart
I knew it from the start
Ain't no place for a face to hide
From God and the FBI