You Don't Need No Doctor, Sugar

I've been thinking about this well into the night time,
And my conclusion is this:
I think I want my rifle back from you

Swathe it in my motorcycle jacket, cast it out from your window
So the next time that I find I'm accosted or in a bind
At least I know I'll have this one recourse

Stay away from me, Arachnid
I can look in your eyes and lie
And you wouldn't have any idea

Covers pulled over your head might not protect you from this
In which case I'd suggest you evaluate or inspect
The methods you so ardently protest

I want to co-opt all the fire in your language
You are an abbreviated mess
A number I can guess
A housecat in a lionesque dress

Stay away from me, Arachnid
I can look in your eyes and lie
And you wouldn't have any idea

I couldn't shrug any harder, darling
I want to be the WEP key, baby
Computers in your grillpiece
I'm gonna need your information if I'm gonna put out his lights

I wanna be spooled by your face
I wanna see space
I'm gonna need your information if I'm gonna put out his lights

I wanna be the WEP key, baby
Computers in your grillpiece
I'm gonna need your information

Stay away from me, Arachnid
I can look in your eyes and lie
And you wouldn't have any idea