little red spiders crawling in
deep little pockets in my dread bad dreams
words worth only so much once you see
red in your face and steam in your ideas

stay with me while the big bug man
pops in to remind you
you'll last til the last gas of the red can

if you told me that i'd be infested for years
with little red spiders spilling from my ears
i'd look nod repeat nod repeat my fears
and say yeah i ******* knew that