Lyrics to Off the Map

I was thinking bout running away

From big brother and Uncle Sam

We could build a compound in Montana

And be human again



Cus there are laser beams directed at our heads

They can sense our pulses now they want us dead

Got to get off the map

Where the satellites can't zoom in



No I ain't gonna get a tracking chip in my arm

And I ain't gonna bow to your robot god

Got to get off the map

And make some more baby humans