Fly On The Windscreen
Death is everywhereThere are flies on the windscreenFor a startReminding usWe could be torn apartTonight
Death is everywhereThere are lambs for the slaughterWaiting to dieAnd I can senseThe hours slipping byTonight
Come hereKiss meNowCome hereKiss meNow
Death is everywhereThe more I lookThe more I seeThe more I feelA sense of urgencyTonight
Come hereTouch meKiss meTouch meNowTouch meTouch me
There are flies on the windscreenThere are lambs for the slaughterThere are flies on the windscreen
Come hereTouch meKiss meTouch meNowTouch meTouch me