Sunday Driver UK - Black Spider | Текст песни

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What's that sound? Don't turn around.
Something is coming our way.
Out of the dark. churned up heart??
Sign of the time we say.
Creepy, crawly, slowly but surely
Dawn of an alien? day
Lost in the ? Watch her spin
Blindly?

Here comes the black spider
I feel the rage inside her
Stamp out the black spider
It's all ya do

She'll spin a web 'til ya can't get out
Make a thousand little babies to scurry about
You better send everyone ya love a long long way from here

She knows your name. Knows her game.
You'll never get that far
Out of the dark. Chuned up heart?
How will it size you up?
Prying, probing, fat fingers groping
Ever inch of the way
Look at her go. Enjoy the show
Til you fall from up high
It's a long way down from here, from here, from here
Doo da doo da da da da...

Stand in line. Step in time
Steady until the end
We will be fine. All will be mine
'Til the arachnid decends
Sleazy, slimy, creep up behind me.
I know she'll win in the end.
Until that day, Here I stay
Blindly?

Here comes the black spider
I feel the rage inside her
Stamp out the black spider
It's all ya do

She'll spin a web 'til ya can't get out
Make a thousand little babies to scurry about
You better send everyone ya love a long long way...
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