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.