Zach Copley

Got the blues about my freedom
Got the blues about tyranny
Got the blues about my freedom
Got the blues about tyranny
I say down with Big Brother
And the National ID

Don’t want a chip in my wallet
Chip in my car
And if I want to travel
It’s no body’s business how far
Don’t want no shackles
Don’t want no shackles on me
I say shame on Big Brother
Always tracking and tracing me

Don’t want a chip in my mother
Chip in my wife
A chip in my babies
Stay out of our life
Don’t want no shackles
Don’t want no shackles on me
I say down with Big Brother
No more slavery

Play it for me baby…

Now, do you want a chip in your forehead?
A chip in your arm
Always tweaking your brain and causing your harm
Don’t want no shackles
Don’t want no shackles on me
I say down with Big Brother
In the good old U.S.A.

I say down with Big Brother
Down with Big Brother
Down with Big Brother
Down with Big Brother
Down with Big Brother
Don’t want a spy chip in me

Everybody…