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
Touch me, touch me
Touch me, touch me
Touch me, touch me
Touch me, touch me
Come here, kiss me now
Come here, kiss me now
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