God & the FBI

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
They called the FBI (FBI)
I had to disappear
Called the T-men, G-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

[Verse 2]
Commies, pinkos, reds at the windows
Foreign agitators running elevators
J. Edgar Hoover in a pink tutu
Investigating anyone who thinks like a-you
Welcome to the fifties
You look a little shifty

[Chorus]
They called the FBI (FBI)
I had to disappear
They 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

[Post-Chorus]
(Ha, ha, ha)

[Verse 3]
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"

[Chorus]
They called the FBI (FBI)
I had to disappear
They called the T-men, G-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