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.