Federal Officers to Lindell: You are in violation. You are coming with us. No, you cannot go back inside to get your prescription medicine. Coming now with us. Papers not in order. Hold out your wrists.
Motorpsycho Nitemare by Bob Dylan (1964):
“...constant on the sly,
They want to turn me in to the FBI...”
“....without freedom of speech
I might be in that swamp.”
No independent thought!
Marry and reproduce!