I try to sleep, they're wide awake, they won't let me alone They don't get paid to take vacations or let me alone They spy on me, I try to hide, they won't let me alone They persecute me, they're the judge and jury all in one
'Cause they're waiting for me They're looking for me Every single night they're driving me insane Those men inside my brain
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs