Watching

There is a man I know

Who lives across the street

Every time I sit down at the table

He surveys what I eat

He's watching out for crime

To happen any time

He's always minding someone's business

And the business is usually mine

He's making sure that I don't have fun

Because he lives alone

He's watching in the darkness of his home...

Watching you, watching me

Six remote controls

So he can sit back on his ass

And watch the world from his perch

By the window, on the other side of the glass

He says he's looking out for me

But why can't he just see?

Just because he has nobody

He has to bother me...Watching me!