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


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21st May song meanings
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