Wilco - Spiders Lyrics
Spiders are singing in the salty breezeSpiders are filling out tax returnsSpinning out webs of deductions and melodiesOn a private beach in MichiganWhy can't they wish their kisses goodWhy do they miss when their kisses shouldFly like winging birds fighting for the keysOn a private beach in MichiganThis recent rash of kidsmokeAll these telescopic poemsIt's good to be aloneWhy can't they say what they wantWhy can't they just say what they meanCome clean, listen and talkHello private callers, IDs blockedThe sun will rise, we'll climb into carsThe future has a valley and a shortcut aroundWho will wear the crown of drowning awardHold a private light on a Michigan shoreYou fool me with a kiss of kidsmokeFrom a microscopic homeIt's good to be aloneI'll be in my bedYou can be the stoneThat raises from the deadAnd carries us all homeThere's no blood on my handsI just do as I am told
