Fergus & Geronimo Off The Map
I was thinking bout running away
From big brother and Uncle Sam
We could build a compound in Montana
And be human again
Cus there are laser beams directed at our heads
They can sense our pulses now they want us dead
Got to get off the map
Where the satellites can't zoom in
No I ain't gonna get a tracking chip in my arm
And I ain't gonna bow to your robot god
Got to get off the map
And make some more baby humans
