Fly On The Windscreen - Final — Depeche Mode

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 Touch me Kiss me Touch me now Touch me Touch me

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

Come here Touch me Kiss me Touch me now Touch me