Текст Janis Ian – God And The FBI

Mama’s making 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

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
I knew it from the start
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
I knew it from the start
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
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