Spider (from the album Cadillacs & Tarantulas)
He fell a sleep once, he dreamt of a spider.
Picked up a tuffet; Sat down beside her
Noone else knows… When he awoke, he was surrounded by a web with no hope
CHORUS
I build my web, around your house.
In the corners, on the floors… behind your couch
Arachnophobia, that’s what he suffered from.
Couldn’t stand the spiders crawling into his bed
Black widows… Tarantulas… We ain’t no daddy long legs…
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Kill a spider and bad luck yours will be, until of flies you’ve swatted 53
If you wish to live, and you wish to thrive, let the spiders run, let them run alive.
Don’t kill a spider to save your life, some say the spider is the devil’s wife
These are the tales, I live to tell, straight from arachnophobic hell.
Don’t believe… the propaganda. Don’t believe… Charlotte’s web
Nasty venom – eight legs hairy, a multitude of eyes so I might see
CHORUS
I build my web, in your house, behind the doors, on the floors, behind your couch
We lay our eggs in cellar walls, leaving gossamer waste everywhere we crawl
Lyrics, Music & Arrangement By:
© 2001 Jeremy J. dePrisco compiled ASCAP
