I think someone
Is trying to kill me now.
I think someone
Is trying to show me how.
Don't know who it is
That keeps following me,
But I saw him at the corner.
Once, fast asleep,
I heard heavy breathing, and
I heard a sound
That seemed like a loaded gun.
Saw him run away.
Think he's FBI.
Heard him coughing at my, my my my window.
INST LINK
If this is me,
This is the real me.
If this is me,
Live with me. Deal with me.
For life's a stupid game,
And everyone's insane.
When I'm away,
He's prowling inside my house.
He moved some things.
He knows that I've found him out.
There is nowhere safe,
But I've got a gun,
And I'm learning how to use it.
INST LINK
If this is me,
This is the real me.
If this is me,
Live with me. Deal with me.
For life's a stupid game,
And everyone's insane.
I'm going home
To see if my house is locked.
I won't believe
Though nothing can find me shocked.
When I'm crowd
I am all alone,
But I'm going on va-, va- va- vacation.
INST FADE
© (1/16) 1999 Big Apple PubCo. (P) 1999 National Records Inc. From a forthcoming Weavers LP. All rights reserved.