I can't help being the way that I am It's not paranoia, it's Uncle Sam The minute I was born they've had my prints They use intimidation as their biggest hint The boys at the capitol they know who you are Everything about you is on a little white card S.S. numbers, now you're pegged for life A life under their watchful little eyes I went to school, I didn't know why Then I found out only later in life I wasn't there to learn like I had thought I was being baby sat, that's what I was taught We pay them cash to live in a free land Why don't they just charge us all to stand I sit in my room at night wondering what they see I also wonder what they have in store for me.