They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my face
They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my face
They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my face
They're coming but Fyfe's not afraid
With your back to the wall now
They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my face
They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my face
But I'm not getting scared, not getting scared
Not getting, not getting, not getting, not getting scared
Little boys look at the world through the eyes of eternal chance
Little girls look at the world and see a beautiful place to dance
But soon they'll grow up a bit and realise they're alive
They'll stop counting colours and start counting nine to five
They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my space
They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my space
Just like little mice with the envy of a lion
I see no birds on the horizon
But I'm not getting scared, not getting scared
Not getting, not getting, not getting, not getting scared
They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my space
They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my space
They're coming
They're coming and they wanna take my space
