I recognize that emblem A spider with a knife It’s very prominent in circles Of every walk of life Not those who have more money The said “cream of the crop” The upper echelon of prominence You know, the people at the top
It’s the creature of the black lagoon The ware wolf on a bright full moon Fear is found in scary scenes Like Dracula and vampire screams Or Frankenstein with a bolt of light On a frightening rainy night Dark gray clouds and lightning skies Now waiting for the dead to rise Zombies with a taste for man Scouring a wasted land What’s hiding underneath the bed? The boogie man inside your head?
She’s lying in an empty field On a bed of grass and leaves Alone to daydream freely About things no one believes No one will take her seriously Her thoughts, her hopes, her dreams So she lies in wait, as her mind creates An elaborate flawless scheme
Tires wreaking havoc on a dusty country road Spinning wheels in corn fields Mowed down row by row They’re in tank tops and in faded jeans Overalls rolled up to their knees A toothpick and a straw hat In a small town down the railroad tracks That’s where limits know no bounds Where the fox gets chased by hounds From dusk till dawn They’re here then gone Somewhere likely underground
Immersed in soft red velvet Sending shivers down my spine The goosebumps, they are plenty In a moment so divine Brushed against my face, my torso, arms, and hands Whenever wrapped in velvet It tends to ruin daily plans
She was queen bee for a reason She was respected and revered At least that’s what they told her Behind a voice of fear She was quick to chop a head clean off Without blinking an eye So your whole life sometimes Depended on your ability to lie