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God & the FBI (Live)
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Janis Ian
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Mamma's makin' 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 They called the T-men, G-men, see-you-at-the-scenе men Told 'em I was hiding herе 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 You got commies, pinkos, reds at the windows Foreign agitators running elevators J. Edgar Hoover in a pink tutu Investigating anyone who thinks like a-you So welcome to the fifties You look a little shifty They called the FBI I had to disappear Called the T-men, G-men, DNA-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—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" Call out the FBI I have to disappear Call the T-men, G-men, see-you-at-the-scene men Tell 'em I am hiding here They can fingerprint my heart I knew it from the start Ain't no place for a face to hide From God and the FBI
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