got up this morning bought the papers and i read the news
so much trouble everywhere i got them mean bubonic blues
read the papers and i got the blues
number on the paper paper in the file
you know 'bout that they got your number ain't no use to hide
number on the paper in the file
two and two is four
four and two is six
if you want some law and order we know
where to get your kicks
paper on the ocean paper on the sea
these charts and stamps and appendixes sure won't let me be
paper on the ocean on the sea
paper under ground lord paper in the air
you can run boy but you can't hide no place any old where
paper under ground and in the air
these numbers all around me
fill me with exstasy
pointing out the way to a better
world for you and me
when i leave this world behind don't you weep for me
you can stuff me with some paper so any old body can see
this poor boy's gone his maker for to see
the pearly gates are opened wide when i get up there
i'm gonna show my permit to join the glory band
gonna show my permit when i get up there
(words, music: rattlefish)
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