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 fuck 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 glass and a terrible sound
What if what they´re saying is true?
Oh I prefer it in you 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