Spiders - Fischer-z

Regulo gas mark VIII

Even the world can feel me breathing

Into the count of 4, into the count of 5

Spiders on the wall

They don’t pay no alimony, I like the simple life

But I’m drawn back to the heat and the lights

Drinking your poison dry

Nobody loves an apothecary

Paradise lost on me, see all children cry

I pay for my style

With a bunch of people shouting curses at me

Reach for the sky on an airline

Spiders on the wall

They don’t pay no alimony, I like the simple life

But I’m drawn back to the heat and the lights

To the heat and the lights, to the heat and the lights

To the heat and the lights