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