Fly On The Windscreen

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

Come here, kiss me, now
Come here, kiss me, now

Death is everywhere
The more I look
The more I see
The more I feel
A sense of urgency
Tonight

Come here, kiss me, now
Come here, kiss me, now

There are flies on the windscreen
There are lambs for the slaughter
There are flies on the windscreen

Come here, kiss me, now
Come here, kiss me, now
Come here, kiss me, now
Come here, kiss me, now