Year 3000 Blues

             A               
They took me down the grading 
 E7
station
         A             E7
And they classified me zed
          A             E7
'Cause of over population
B7                        A7      
They told me that I would soon be 
E7
dead



      A                  E7
But I slipped out of the force field
        A               E7
And hid beneath the monorail
        A         E7
But the automatic blood hounds
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B7                 A7           
Lord, they're soon hot along my 
E7
trail


       A            E7
Now if I had been a scholar
     A                E7
With computer working hard
        A         E7
Then my molecular structure
      B7            A7       E7
Would not be on the grader's card


      A                   E7
So, I know that they will get me
       A            E7
Put my index in the brain
          A           E7
Then, the atoms of my body
     B7              A7           
Will be disposed of, Lordy, down 
   E7
the drain



             A               
They took me down the grading 
 E7
station
         A             E7
And they classified me zed
          A        E7
'Cause of over population
B7                        A7      
They told me that I would soon be 
 E7
dead