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