Return of the Spiders

Oh, stop, look, and listen

There are hands that are gathered here

With my hands raised to speak

But you all won't hear

No, you all won't hear

We all won't hear

Let me in your living door

Let me in, knock, knock, I said, "Who's there?"

Well, it's, ah, me the reaching hand

And I'm comin' after you

Comin' after you

Comin' after you

Well, I'm tired, yes, I'm weary from my long journey

But I'm not yet, oh, ready to rest

Well, you can come along with me

We go searching for rare nest

Come on and search with me

Oh, search with me

Ah, search with me

Come on and search with me

Ooh, ooh, come on and search with me, ow

Come on and search with me

Come on and search with me

Ah, search with me

Come on and search with me