All Hid

One, two, three four
People get tired of being poor
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
Why you so mad when you got plenty?
Fighting for food, for energy, for space
In the name of religion, class and race

All hid, all hid

Last night, night before
Mind control was for the black and poor
Now black, poor or college-bred
It's behavior modification or you end up dead

All hid, all hid
All hid, all hid

Last night, night before
Poverty pimps cried black and poor
Now selling their souls across the nation
Living in highrise isolation
Making obsolete two-cent deals
Being lubricating grease for the system’s wheels

In the name of class they sell their race
And cut off their nose to spite their face
In their high-heeled shoes they're claiming class
While damning the folks still in the grass
And hollering "party time, party time, party time"

All hid, all hid
All hid, all hid

Last night, night before
The silent majority blamed the dark, the poor
They blamed the schools, they blamed the slums
They blamed the lazy welfare bums

Last night, night before
The fearful ran to tyranny's door
Now tyranny reigns through the suburb and slums
Because everybody goes when the wagon comes

All hid, all hid
All hid, all hid

Last night, night before
Twenty-four policeman at the door
People got up, let them in
Ended up dead in the [?] bin

All hid, all hid
All hid, all hid

It’s tomorrow's time, it's time for yesterday
Time has no value, no price
But we pay, we pay
Time has no value, no price but we pay

Mm, come and get me in the morning
Come to get you in the nights
When they come to get us people
Don't talk about no Bill of Rights

They're on the top step
Standing outside your door
Can't you hear them coming, calling
"You don't live here anymore"

The king is at the ballgame, the people in a cage
The Constitution's buried, the jester in a protective reaction rage
Scared the press and TV stations, you can’t see what they do
Ain’t there be no fussing when they come for you
Radio is programmed, been told what to say
World ain't gonna hear it when they take you away

Come to get me in the mornings
Come to get you in the nights
When they come to get us people
Don’t talk about no Bill of Rights

They're on the second step
Standing outside your door
Can't you hear them coming
Calling, "You don't live here anymore"

Numbers will identify you
Factories will take your hair
Surgery to code and sterilize you
Skin is all you’ll wear

Helicopters whirling, whirling
Following where you walk
Machines and people hiding
Listening when you talk

Guard dogs watching, marching, marching
Telling you what to do
Whistles blowing
Blowing time for your curfew

Come to get you in the mornings
Come to get you in the nights
When they come to get us people
Don't talk about no Bill of Rights

Oh, they're on the top step
Coming inside your door
Can't you hear them, can't you hear them
Can't you hear them, can't you hear them
Coming, calling, "You don't live here anymore
You don't live here anymore"

All hid, all hid
All hid, all hid

It's tomorrow's time
It's time for yesterday
Time has no value, no price
But we pay, oh we pay
Time, time has no value, no price
But we pay

All hid, all hid, all hid, all hid
All hid, all hid, all hid, all hid
Yet-yet-yet to be free-free
All hid, all hid, all hid, all hid
Yet-yet-yet to be free-free
All hid, all hid, all hid, all hid
All hid, all hid
Yet-yet-yet to be free-free
All hid? All hid?
All hid