in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the some old room because I have been there too long." You turn on a spindle, you're so much looser
breakfast in the some old kitchen Every room in my house is the some old room 'Cause I have been there too long"} You turn on a spindle, you're so much
Oh was there someone you were thinking of? Someone more complete Was there someone you were thinking of? Yeah But if you're fighting against the wind
Theres spiders in your room But there always will be There's people to be fooled And there always has been Hold out your hand Hold out your hand
Spiders in the night Creeping round the walls Now you'll feel him crawling over you Creepy crawly things Filling up your bed Soon you'll feel him crawling
We just had to ask Maybe some one out of heaven Would hear us down here We couldn't bear to stand How the people leave us waiting For something up there
The piercing radiant moon, The storming of poor June, All the life running through her hair, Approaching guiding light, Our shallow years in fright
Spiders are singing in the salty breeze Spiders are filling out tax returns Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies On a private beach in Michigan
There're spiders in your room But there always will be There's people to be fooled And there always has been Hold out your hand, hold out your hand Or
There is a chance That I won?t repeat the lessons that I?ve learnt Instead I?ll make the same mistakes Pretend for me, don?t prove me wrong I broke my
Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders Says they're on me when I sleep Waiting in the out-house for me Underneath the seat Great-grandmothers 'bout ninety-