Lyrics:

On a night like this I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice**lf**You come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide.**lf**Well, I wish you''d keep quiet,**lf**Imaginations run riot,**lf**In these paper-thin walls.**lf**And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names**lf**I don''t know who to call.**lf**But I got a friend over there in the government block**lf**And he knows the situation and he''s taking stock,**lf**I think I''ll call him up now**lf**Put him on the spot, tonight.**lf****lf**They saw me there in the square when I was shooting my mouth off**lf**About saving some fish.**lf**Now could that be construed as some radical''s views or some liberals'' wish.**lf**And it''s so hot outside,**lf**And the air is so sweet,**lf**And when the pressure drop is heavy I don''t wanna hear you speak.**lf**You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees.**lf**When it''s too hot to breathe**lf**And it''s too hot to think.**lf****lf**There''s always someone looking at you.**lf**S-s-s-s-someone.**lf**They''re looking at you.**lf****lf**And I wish you''d stop whispering.**lf**Don''t flatter yourself, nobody''s listening.**lf**Still it makes me nervous, those things you say.**lf**You may as well**lf**Shout it from the roof**lf**Scream it from your lungs**lf**Spit it from you mouth**lf**It could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears**lf**There''s a spy in the sky**lf**There''s a noise on the wire**lf**There''s a tap on the line**lf**And for every paranoid''s desire...**lf****lf**There''s always Someone looking at you.**lf**S-s-s-s-someone looking at you...**lf**They''re always looking at you.**lf****lf**(written by Bob Geldof)**lf**(taken from the album ''The fine art of surfacing'')