I know that somebody is watching me
Trough the windows late at night
I hide in the bedroom, squeeze my pillow
And put out the lights

I can hear them breading, I can hear their footsteps
They are standing right outside my door
You may call me paranoid but I am sure
I’ve got murderers waiting in the hall

Oh oh
You know they [bad word] after you
Oh oh
And there is nothing you can do

Is it the FBI the KGB
Or is it just the boogieman
I don’t dare to think anymore
They read my mind, I know they can

They are listening trough mailbox
They hide behind my curtains
I tell you they are after me
They are flying UFO
They [bad word] for me and you
Please some body, rescue me!

Nothing you can do