Controller - Oingo Boingo

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 
I got to run 
I got to run 
I got to run 
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 
I got to run 
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 

(Repeat first verse) 

(repeat chorus) 

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 
I think they're looking for me 
I think they're looking for me 
I think they're looking for meeeeeeeeeee