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