[ Featuring John ]
You've kept it in the dark
The secrets of the heart
But finally they will have you all figured out
What makes you laugh and cry
They have it in their files
So they can add it up to your unique SP
After all is said and done
You'd much rather be left alone
But someone's got your number
Someone's got your e-mail
Someone puts a name on your door
Someone knows the things you've been longing for
All those digits aren't illegit
They got it all mapped out for you
Someone puts a price on your head
Some are making sure that you've been well fed
And that status in hiatus won't stay like that for long
Not very long
This social psychopath
All decked out in the bath
A shower head might well be a fly on the wall
And I'm afraid to talk to you
I'm hoping that a text will do
Until I have to meet you again eye to eye
Could call it Orwellian
He's begging to be read again
Collecting all the data
They catch up with you later
Someone puts a name on your door
Someone knows the things you've been longing for
All those digits aren't illegit
They got it all mapped out for you
Someone puts a price on your head
Some are making sure that you've been well fed
And that status in hiatus won't stay like that for long
Not very long
(Someone puts a name on your door)
(Someone knows the things you've been longing for)
(All those digits aren't illegit)
(They got it all mapped out for you)
(Someone puts a price on your head)
(Some are making sure that you've been well fed)
(And that status in hiatus won't stay like that for long)
(Not very long, not very long)
