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, yeah