Rescue

Artists : Blood Brothers, The : Rescue

They're fucking after us... (x8)

My bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces
It's a shock, it's a sight, powdered chalky white (x2)

You've got to, you've got to, you've got to rescue me (x8)

They're stalking me, stalking me
Hiding in mirrors like flesh jack-o-lanterns (x2)
It's a tease, it's a shock
They shriek "the Redcoats are coming!" (x4)
Like a chorus of boiling lobsters

You've got to, you've got to, you've got to rescue me (x6)