I’m a government ID
On the net I’m an I.P.
I’m numbered employee
A statistic for T.V

I’m a number do I exist

They have mapped of DNA
Catalogued my finger’s stain
My inner eye is for their scan

Just a member of a list

They call me home
They want my money I cannot hide
Politicians know my birthday
To get my vote and keep their pride
They send me e-mail
To make me click and then subscribe

What will be the final twist?

Take the highway – track my car
Get drunk, oblivion – they know the bar
I can run – but never far

Give all up and slit my wrist.

1 May 2002