My best friend he’s been micro chipped
Saying it didn’t hurt at all
He volunteered to have it done
Now his life is organised warts and all
Me I’me a giant sceptic
I think he’s been brain washed
He says everyone’s having it done
I’me off down the pub to get sloshed
He’s telling all of us he needs no keys
Over a pint of beer
His car door opens as he walks toward it
It all seems very queer
The bank looks after his money
Pays his ingoing’s and outgoings you see
I feel like standing on this table
And shouting I am me I am free
Where’s all our individuality gone
Everything is starting to look the same
I feel like my hard drives been hijacked
In some computer game
Down the council the other day showed my ID card
They looked me over like I had a disease
Get yourself chipped they said it tells us everything
No hassle run your life with ease
Now Ime sat down by the river
Feeling isolated and alone
Wandering if I am right by taking a stand
I feel if Ime chipped I’ll become a clone
Two guys I knew died yesterday
Both been chipped aged sixty four
I asked their wives why the chip hadn’t picked it up
On pension? Expendable? Shown the back door
My minds made up I will resist being chipped
Until the day I die
We need people out with freedom of expression
Not the dark suits with a nice tie
