I'm sorry that your dad's dead I hope you amend it I think I've lost a lot of my friends Through belief that I'm an instrument Well f** me if you must then Treat me like an old friend I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed If you could only hear what I said You'd see I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared Spin car round push your head down down down Smashing to the ground with you There's been a piece of gla** found and a terrible sound, sound What if what they're saying is true? Oh I prefer it in your bed; television set I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared