Janis Ian God And The FBI Lyrics

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