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Some folks believe in cards for I.D.
but I don't, no I don't Cos you might feel safe with CCTV but I don't, no I don't Cos when Big Brother's watching, I picture him masturbating And all his protection turns out to be fiction My daughter believes in elves and fairies but I don't, no I don't Cos I know what's really hidden in trees It's got a telephoto lens And through it the Devil's watching every single move your making depending, of course, on which street you're walking Check out where the house prices are rising Cos that's where the cameras are pointing Check out where the business is booming Therefore your I.D. they'll be asking I heard someone say that the police protect us from the junkies My wife seen the same uniforms smiling while kicking old ladies If it's true that innocent people have nothing to fear from I.D. cards then why do police cover up their shoulders when they work demonstrations? Their shoulder pad numbers reveal their identity Is that what they're hiding? Could it be the police are guilty criminals? |
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