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 And 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, no I'm not scared x6 Spin car 'round Push your head down, down down Smash into the ground with you There's been a piece of glass found And a terrible sound, sound What if they're saying is true? Oh I prefer it in your bed, television set. I'm not scared x3