Year 3,000 Blues

They took me down the grading station

And they classified me zed

'Cause of over population

They told me that I would soon be deadBut I slipped out of the force field

And hid beneath the monorail

But the automatic blood hounds

Lord, they're soon hot along my trailNow if I had been a scholar

With computer working hard

Then my molecular structure

Would not be on the grader's cardSo, 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

Yeah, yeahThey took me down the grading station

And they classified me zed

'Cause of over population

They told me that I would soon be dead