This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Who's watching?
Tell me who's watching
Who's watching me?
I'm just an average man, with an average life
I work from nine to five; hey hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone, and
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?
When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone I'm trying to avoid
Well, can the people on T.V. see me
Or am I just paranoid?
When I'm in the shower
I'm afraid to wash my hair
'Cause I might open my eyes
And find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy
Just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of
"Psycho" too much
That's why
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me?
Who's watching me?
I don't know anymore, are the neighbors watching
Who's watching?
Well, it's the mailman watching me: and I don't feel safe anymore
Tell me who's watching
Oh, what a mess. I wonder who's watching me now
(Who?) The I.R.S.?
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me?
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
I can't enjoy my tea
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I want my privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Stop playing tricks on me
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me who's watching
Who's watching me?
I'm just an average man, with an average life
I work from nine to five; hey hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone, and
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?
When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone I'm trying to avoid
Well, can the people on T.V. see me
Or am I just paranoid?
When I'm in the shower
I'm afraid to wash my hair
'Cause I might open my eyes
And find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy
Just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of
"Psycho" too much
That's why
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me?
Who's watching me?
I don't know anymore, are the neighbors watching
Who's watching?
Well, it's the mailman watching me: and I don't feel safe anymore
Tell me who's watching
Oh, what a mess. I wonder who's watching me now
(Who?) The I.R.S.?
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me?
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
I can't enjoy my tea
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I want my privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
Stop playing tricks on me
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
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Somebody's Watching Me Lyrics as written by Kennedy Gordy
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