It's getting dark 'n' all the creatures start to live   We cannot do no more than go 'n' hide in the bin   We cannot move      They rule the kitchen and   there's nothing that can be done   they mess the bedroom   while we're waiting for the sun   we cannot move      The fridge is coming down I hear that sound again   there's food all over the floor   it's all a part of their game   we cannot move      And if we do they'll know   we're hiding in the bin   it's a matter of life 'n' death,   a game we cannot win   we cannot move   no we cannot move!