They're fucking after us,
  my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces.
  it's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white.
  You've got to rescue me
  they're stalking me, hiding in mirrors like flesh jack-o-lanterns.
  It's a tease, it's a shock, they shriek,
  "The Redcoats are coming!" like a chorus of boiling lobsters.
    [ Thanks Rick for correction ]