Lyrics:

They're freaking after us,
They're freaking after us,
They're freaking after us,
They're freaking after us,
They're freaking after us,
They're freaking after us,
They're freaking after us,
They're freaking after us,

My bathroom mirror,
Is cluttered with colonial faces.
It's a shock, it's a sight, powdered chalky white.
It's a shock, it's a sight, powdered chalky white.

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

They're stalking me, stalking me,
Hiding in mirrors like flesh jack-o-lanterns.
They're stalking me, stalking me,
Hiding in mirrors like flesh jack-o-lanterns.

It's a tease, it's a shock, they shriek:
'The Redcoats are coming!'
It's a tease, it's a shock, they shriek:
'The Redcoats are coming!'

It's a tease, it's a shock, they shriek:
'The Redcoats are coming!'
It's a tease, it's a shock, they shriek:
'The Redcoats are coming!', like a choir of boiling lobsters.

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me

You've got to,
You've got to,
You've got to rescue me