Said the Spider to the Fly (MP3)

I want your head I want your wicked parts I want to wring out your evil thoughts I want to eat out your bitter heart I want your soul to sing six words harmony Of all the pigs that might tempt me I know you're sick alone and I'm telling everyone everything So scratch it on the wall of your coffin on your sick day home "And when your lover loves to cheat, there's another you can meet It's a short pier, it's a long walk home" You gotta show me where it hurts There's a beast and a burden Kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor This is your life, this is your life And when I'm done, it's over a little bit more Good things die all the time God bless your heart, vengeance is mine "Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly When all those times you thought that you were wrong You were right So if I fight the good fight, will hairlines recede? Will lines deepen in face to craft a look of defeat? I feel the end is near, my little Monday night whore My little Saturday night became a Sunday remorse When it's all over America The Godless game show heathens This is your life, this is your life At last, my good friend, we are even I know I'll never lose an arm, I'll never stay up staring at the phone I'll never rot up with disease, don't you bury me and leave Don't you leave me in the ground alone You gotta show me where it hurts, never cremate me to burn Never chop me up and throw me to sea You'll never have to find the words, they come spilling unrehearsed But you and I will never find that peace Good things die all the time God bless your heart, vengeance is mine "Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly When all those times you thought that you were wrong You were right Good things die all the time God bless your heart, vengeance is mine "Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly When all those times you thought that you were wrong You were right