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 
Now [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