Paranoia paranoia everybody's coming to get me

The ombudsman’s coming to get you

sounds a bit like one of the verses

Since I’ve started living on my own I’ve been enjoying making loud animal noises, but now it’s almost summer and my windows and patio doors are open more often I forget to lower the volume of the noises and a surge of paranoia, coupled with adrenaline, comes over me when I realise that if I can hear people talking in the communal walkway nearby, they can probably hear my loud animal noises.