Spider Bake Sale

What's with all the spiders
That keep infiltrating my house
I'm lazy and I'm tired
I'll wait to be evicted from the couch
But 'til that notice gets here
There's gotta be some pill that I can take
So when my teeth and lungs start to liquify
I know that I'll be good for goodness' sake

1-2-3-4, medulla oblongata on the floor
5-6-7-8, sleeping through, I'm sleeping right through the day
1-2-3-4, there goes my amygdala out the door
5-6-7-8, slipping through, I'm slipping right through the waves

And drowning out at sea
Floating on a mattress of misery
Maybe I'll get shipwrecked, if lucky
And voted off the island by Week Three

Can't you see
It's eating away, away at me
So bury beside me at my wake

What's with all the spiders
That keep infiltrating my house?
I'm lazy and I'm tired
I'll wait to be evicted from the couch
And evict them from my house
I've got to get them out of my house
1-2-3-4, look at all the spiders on the floor



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Miller
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