A                E7
They took me down the grading station
         A             E7
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
        A         E7
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
      B7            A7       E7
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
          A           E7
Then, the atoms of my body
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Will be disposed of, Lordy, down the drain



             A                E7
They took me down the grading station
         A             E7
And they classified me zed
          A        E7
'Cause of over population
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They told me that I would soon be dead