Death is everywhere
There are flies on the windscreen
For a start
Reminding us
We could be torn apart
Tonight

Death is everywhere
There are lambs for the slaughter
Waiting to die
And I can sense
The hours slipping by
Tonight [bad word] here
Kiss me [bad word] here
Kiss me
Now

Death is everywhere
The more I look
The more I see
The more I feel
sense of urgency
Tonight [bad word] here
Touch me
Kiss me
Touch me
Now
Touch me
Touch me

There are flies on the windscreen
There are lambs for the slaughter
There are flies on the windscreen [bad word] here
Touch me
Kiss me
Touch me
Now
Touch me
Touch me