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Apr 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Your call was recorded
And it can be retrieved
The level of technology
Is not to be believed
Forget about your privacy
Cos it does not exist
The names of every one of us
Is somewhere on a list

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end

You live in America
And you think that you’re free
While that may once have been the case
That’s ancient history
Those days are long gone
They have disappeared
Now each of us are suspect
Until we become cleared

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end

Your call was recorded
But it wasn’t tapped
It’s somewhere on a satellite
Where they have it trapped
And it can be retrieved
Anytime they choose
You call this a revelation
But I call it old news

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end

Your call was recorded
It also has been logged
You can file your complaint
On any liberal blog
The calls have been dissected
And also analyzed
It’s high time you stop sleepin
And open up your eyes

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end

Your call was recorded
But it wasn’t tapped
It’s somewhere on a satellite
Where they have it trapped
And it can be retrieved
Anytime they choose
You call this a revelation
But I call it old news

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end



(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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