Year 3,000 Blues

Lyrics

They took me down the grading station And they classified me zed 'Cause of over population They told me that I would soon be dead But I slipped out of the force field And hid beneath the monorail But the automatic blood hounds Lord, they're soon hot along my trail Now if I had been a scholar With computer working hard Then my molecular structure Would not be on the grader's card So, I know that they will get me Put my index in the brain Then, the atoms of my body Will be disposed of, Lordy, down the drain They took me down the grading station And they classified me zed 'Cause of over population They told me that I would soon be dead