TEN YEARS AFTER-"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 dead.
But I slipped out of the force field
And hid beneath the mono-rail;
But the automatic blood hounds,
Lord they're soon hot a-long my trail
Now if I had been a scholar with computer workin' hard,
Then my molecular structure would not be on the grader's card.
So 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.
