They're watching me,
I can't go outside.
Not until the heat subsides.
They suspect me,
for what I don't know.
I'm innocent and have no place to go
I'm in my garage,
no windows on the wall
so they can't look in and watch me at all.
Who are they?
What do they want me for?
They can't get through my six locks on every door!
But still they're watching.
I can feel it.
Maybe another lock a better one which they can't pick.
Cameras,T.V.s,Video,Satellites,
that's how they see me.
Now I know there's only one way to flea.
I'll get a gun
and point it to my head.
Then they can't watch me because then I'll be dead.
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