I’ll be the aluminum foil,
Over your living room window.
If you’ll be the microscopic microphone,
In my smoke alarm.
No microwaves from any CIA satellite,
Will ever reach you.
As long as my voice transmits,
A scrambled frequency,
To whoever’s been sneaking around here all night long.
And if I ever see a black helicopter,
Hovering over your favourite spot.
I’ll send out a signal with the electrode,
That’s implanted in my head.
That’ll confuse those fuckers,
More than you or I could ever dream.
