Who Do They See Now?
to the tune of "Who Can It Be Now?" by Men at Work; all apologies for my butchery

It's them again, pressed against the door.
Sorry, boys, she don't live here no more
and she won't come back when you call.
I'm not the girl you plastered on your wall.
All I said was "it was a lie."
Didn't I realize myths never die
for those who need them the most?
Can't they tell they idolize a ghost?

Who do they see now?
Who do they see now?
Who do they see now?
Who do they see now?

It's them again, beating down the door.
No shelter left up on the top floor.
Fake a smile, let down my hair,
take a breath, and mentally prepare.
"I wasn't crazed; I wasn't with child" -
if sick, it was just from swallowing the bile.
It's peaceful here with that Piro guy.
Careful now, can't afford to cry.

Who do they see now?
Who do they see now?
Who do they see now?
Who do they see now?

Even an earthquake won't drive them away.
Why can't they let it go?
They can't grab hold of just what they want;
the things they'll never know...

Who do they see now?
Who do they... who do they...
Who do they see now?

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original lyrics:

Who can it be knocking at my door?
Go away, don't come 'round here no more.
Can't you see that it's late at night?
I'm very tired, and I'm not feeling right.
All I wish is to be alone.
Stay away; don't you invade my home.
Best off if you hang outside.
Don't come in. I'll only run and hide.

Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?

Who can it be knocking at my door?
Make no sound; tiptoe across the floor.
If he hears, he'll knock all day,
I'll be trapped, and here I'll have to stay.
I've done no harm, I keep to myself.
There's nothing wrong with my state of mental health.
I like it here with my childhood friend.
Here they come, those feelings again...

Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?

Is it the man come to take me away?
Why do they follow me?
It's not the future that I can see.
It's just my fantasy.

Who can it be now?
Who can it...Who can it...
Who can it be now?

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