The Evil Eye

People say there's no such thing as Voodoo
I don't know why
People say there's no such thing as love
I got a job in SE15
And have to tax my wages sixteen
July the seventeenth I'll be eighteen
I don't think I'll live till nineteen
People say I'm looking so much older than what I am
People laugh at me when I say "Why?"
I'm being watched
By the evil eye
I'm being watched
By the evil eye
Working for a man who wears a straw hat and never smiles
And an apron striped and splashed with blood
I stack the pigs' heads on a shelf
The boss comes along says move yourself
I can't move, I'm hypnotised
Staring into a dead pig's eyes
I turn around and all I see is ladies with shopping bags
Staring at me trying to read my mind
And I'm being watched
By the evil eye
I'm being watched
By the evil eye
Walking home
On my own
Standing at the bus stop
Crossing the road
I'm being followed
'Cause I can feel someone's breath on my neck
Someone's toe on my heel
I gotta keep on walking, I can't stop now, I've come too far
Wait 'til I get home and lock the door
I got the candles burning low
I got the cramps on the stereo
I got the Doormen locking start
With a pin right through the heart
I got dolls with straw hats
I got ladies with shopping bags
They'll be sorry they crossed me tonight
Now they're being watched
They're being watched
By the evil eye
Being watched
By the evil eye
Being watched
By the evil eye