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.