It's getting dark 'n' all the creatures start to live

We cannot do no more than go 'n' hide in the bin

We cannot move



They rule the kitchen and

there's nothing that can be done

they mess the bedroom

while we're waiting for the sun

we cannot move



The fridge is coming down I hear that sound again

there's food all over the floor

it's all a part of their game

we cannot move



And if we do they'll know

we're hiding in the bin

it's a matter of life 'n' death,

a game we cannot win

we cannot move

no we cannot move