And we are the cock-eyed children left to babble in tarantula glue, 0h-oh, oh

And we are the shock-eyed children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo

Now we are the engines pumping out children strangled by static from the noisy sun

So won't you tell us what's brewing in your trenches?

Let us see what you've got hidden under the web

Come on, come on, what's listening in those stretch marks?

Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you meant when you said

Cry, eat, own, fuck

Abandoned like a bombed out conversation

Phone, TV, sweets, suck

I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation

Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked

Gaping like a cracked open piñata

Counted, measured, copied, faxed

Pink tarantula teeth in our pina coladas

What's cooking in your stain? (come on taxman)

The sleepy clang of cash register fangs

What's cooking our sun? (come on taxman)

The addictive hum of bubble gum slums

Come on taxman!

This withered milk tree that you call love collapses like an empty glove

Feed it! (yeah) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck it! (yeah)

And we know that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more

But who can resist a two-for-one at the pink tarantula store?

Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)

Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)

Pink tarantula!

1, 2, 3, go!

When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through its frosted veil

We'll always lay together dreaming of other people under the poison hail, hail son

You look so disgusting, all pink and puckered, covered with tarantula hair

You look so disgusting I can feel the sight rotting

Off of my prowling stare, yeah (you look so disgusting, so disgusting)

And we know that TV fed us our first footsteps

But the Ketamine is gonna teach us, teach us, teach us

Gonna teach us, teach us, teach us just how to crawl

We are the cross-eyed children misled to yellow in tarantula webs

Yeah we are the dark-eyed children chained to rot in the designer fuck beds, yeah

Cry, eat, own, fuck

Abandoned like a bombed out conversation

Phone, TV, sweets, suck

I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation

Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked

Gaping like a cracked open piñata

Counted, measured, copied, faxed

Pink tarantula teeth in our pina coladas

Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)

Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)

Pink tarantula!

1, 2, 3, go!

Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)

Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)

Pink tarantula! 1, 2, 3, go!