The Controller

There's someone knockin' on my door
 There's someone knockin' on my door
 I think they're looking for me
 I think they're looking for me
 Pretend there ain't nobody home
 Don't make a sound; don't even move
 Don't give them nothing to see
 I think they're looking for me
 I got to run
 There's someone crawling in my yard
 There's someone creeping on my roof
 There's someone tapping my phone
 I feel it deep in my bones
 They want to probe my intuition
 They want to find out what I know
 Why don't they leave me alone?
 Why don't they leave me alone?
 I got to run
 Might be the catcher
 Or the controller
 Can't be too careful
 I take precautions
 They're very clever
 I got to run!
 Faceless surgeons armed with razors
 Cut out our imagination
 Faceless surgeons armed with razors
 Cut out our imagination
 It's a strange thing
 Deadly reason
 Razors cut with such precision
 Probing deep without detection
 Razors never lie
 But it's all right
 I think they're looking for me
 (Danny Elfman)