They've got my face on a laminated card,
I want a change of pace - don't want to be on my guard,
Now give me strength to say -

"No, I don't want to be pressed,
Be expressed through a continuum of government crests,
No, I want out of I.D., out of N.I.R.C,
I want out of being analysed be the M.O.D.,
I don't want my iris scanned so I can walk through my yard,"

They've got my beautiful face stuck on a laminated card

And when the attendants body scan is old and grey,
Reflecting on how this will alter your holiday plans,

Please look this way

NO.

Computer says no - give me back my case,
Computer says no - give me back my face,
I don't need a strip of plastic to tell my ethnic background,
Sit down

And when the attendants body scan will fade away,
You know the millimetre wave bleached your tan,

Don't comply

They say, "Yeah, but if you've got nothing to hide..."
Well, I've got nothing to hide except my guns and missiles

That's dumb

Little lady from number sixteen,
She got arrested on suspicion of mixing kerosene at home,
That's not right - they gave her such a fright;
The stuff was only there to keep her warm at night,
Yeah, they're feeling me up but I'm still unscarred

They've got my beautiful face stuck on a laminated card,
My tired looking face on a laminated card

NO.