Identity Theft Lyrics - Obligatory Villagers - Nellie Mckay

Because I'm tired of maturity, airport insecurity 

Runnin' from the Thought Police, fightin' with the go-betweens 

Hold up, let me steal a breath 

'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft 

(You need an education) 

I don't see why I got to 

(You need a good degree) 

As to assimilate 

So little time, so much to be bored by 

If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb 

They don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare 

Euthanize your sense of fair play, better to obey 

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No child is free, oh, why, it's queasy to see 

Is that an elementary or a penitentary 

Huh, geez, get off my back 

Beat it, take it to town, man 

Idiots go to college to get dumbed down 

Ooh, it leaves you bereft 

Ooh, identity theft 

I may be wrong, I don't know why 

I may be wrong, but I'll try 

Because I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' horny manatee 

Feelin' like a libertine, dealin' with the death machine 

Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest 

And we're dealin' with identity theft 

(You need a publication) 

I don't see why I got to 

(You need a press release) 

As to assimilate 

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Journo-fascist profiteers, pornotastic pioneers 

Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away from me 

How can you write what we read, that ain't my reality 

You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty 

Oh, you guess you got an edge 

Hiding your hedge from the feds 

Puttin' down the little veg 

(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege) 

I'm finished, done, and had it 

And while you f**ks are at it 

As far as I'm concerned, Pluto's still a planet 

Ooh, you die a quick death 

Ooh, identity theft 

I may be wrong, I don't know why 

I may be wrong, but I'll try 

Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female entourage 

Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger 

Hold up, hell yeah, I'll confess 

'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft 

(You need an occupation) 

I don't see why I got to 

(You need a boss to please) 

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late 

Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack 

Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of all 

(Where'd you get that vegan dress, a flea market) 

Oops, I forgot, you design for Target 

Shun violence and religion, don't ever play with nuns 

But I punched a man on Broadway just to watch him cry 

Every guy I went to try said I fight him but I can't think why 

Bent unhinged and singed 

I cringe to watch the main event 

But in the end, there's no success like revenge 

Ooh, it leaves you bereft 

Ooh, identity theft 

I may be wrong, I don't know why 

I may be wrong, but I'll try 

Because I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me 

If Jesus Christ is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin' 

Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest 

And we're dealin' with identity theft 

Because I'm tired of being sweet and nice 

F**k you once and f**k you twice 

Show your passport, get that stamp 

Funny like a nazi camp 

Hold 'em up, hell yeah, I'll confess 

'Cause we're dealin with identity theft