Gun NYC - Who's the Fed?

Met a girl at a local show
Who loved to talk politics
She invited me to her organization
Head over heels I said yes
We met and I learned a lot about
Marx and means of production
But something was off and I felt it quick
Someone was listening in

Through the walls
Through a van
Someone’s wired
Oh no, man
Paranoia
Creeping in
Getting busted
Not again
Microwaves
Sonic vibes
Traveling
Through the wires
Rights are gone
To an end
I just wanted
A girlfriend
Who’s the fed?

I spend a couple nights over
And started to fall in love
Shе-commie loves to pinch my sides
And likеs to slap my butt
One night I’m sleeping next to her
In her sleep she lets it slip
That she’s talking to the CIA
The FBI, the feds!

Through the walls
Through a van
Someone’s wired
Oh no, man
Paranoia
Creeping in
Getting busted
Not again
Microwaves
Sonic vibes
Traveling
Through the wires
Rights are gone
To an end
I just wanted
A girlfriend
She’s the fed!

So I scream waoh, and I wake her up
Commie says what the fuck
I tell her all about her words
How she’s lost all my trust
She says she hears a buzzing sound
And steps closer to me
She takes my shirt off revealing
A mic hidden under my tee

Through the walls
Through a van
Someone’s wired
Oh no, man
Paranoia
Creeping in
Getting busted
Not again
Microwaves
Sonic vibes
Traveling
Through the wires
Rights are gone
To an end
I just wanted
A girlfriend
I’m the fed!