Shepherd Spider

You fly through the air with the greatest of ease
You help me write lyrics with the greatest of cheese
I stare at the drummer with a look that is fierce
And I say 'You can't tempt me with those beers'

Have I told you about medical testing and that?
They give me drugs cos I am a twat
'I had your mother' is what I would say
I'm going to get my beef on Tuesday

'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the fly
'And die'
'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the fly
'And die'
'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the shepherd's pie

You fly through the air with the greatest respect
Now that you've started up a solo project
Your talent's invisible, and you know that that's true
We're all fed up of being held back by you

Have I told you about clinical trials and stuff?
I can't have a beer and I can't have a puff
I get my beef down in Manchester
And I look, with these teeth, like a child molester

'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the fly
'And die'
'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the fly
'And die'
'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the shepherd's pie

I had your mother and she was shite

You fly through the air with a massive erection
You've got your own sidekick who offers protection
You're fighting the Masters of Death this weekend
At the industrial estate at Hillend

Have I told you about these drugs that I take?
They give me strange growths that keep me awake
When I fight the Masters, here's what I'll do
I'll say 'I've got a big knife and I'm going to kill you'

'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the fly
'And die'
'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the fly
'And die'
'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the shepherd's pie



Credits
Writer(s): Rod Maclean
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