They took me down the grading station
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And they classified me zed
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'Cause of over population
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They told me that I would soon be dead
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But I slipped out of the force field
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And hid beneath the monorail
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But the automatic blood hounds
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Lord, they're soon hot along my trail
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Now if I had been a scholar
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With computer working hard
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Then my molecular structure
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Would not be on the grader's card
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So, I know that they will get me
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Put my index in the brain
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Then, the atoms of my body
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Will be disposed of, Lordy, down the drain
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They took me down the grading station
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And they classified me zed
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'Cause of over population
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They told me that I would soon be dead
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YEAR 3,000 BLUES
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Ten Years After |