You might be paranoid, you might be rich   You might have a hidden camera in your shoe   When you come around, sit me down   And tell me life’s a bitch   Cause you know there’s always someone after you      It might be fire or it might be smoke   Either way it’s such a complicated view   Is this the way the best line   Of your story always goes   When you know there’s always someone after you      You come around that freaky sound   Of ropes breaking and satellites crashing on down   And all the spies with radar ties   Are hiding outside      You know who you can trust and you know who’s telling lies   You know that if it’s false it must be true   You notice that I’ve got a funny gleam between my eyes   And you know there’s someone always after you