Spiders Lyrics - 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