This song is about stress and mental illness, maybe schizophrenia. There is certainly paranoia and fear in the lyrics, but it is mixed with confusion and a list of bizarre happenings. The subject just wants some calm, but they are too busy rationalising their existence to their alter ego. The landlord in question might be another personality in the same mind, but it’s deliberately obscure. The Landlord could easily be changed to a she and refer to the subject as “girl”, not “son” for a female singer. The Queen could be lunching with almost anyone with a three syllable name. I wrote it as Clint Eastwood originally.