Spiders

Regulo gas mark VIII
Even the world can feel me breathing
Into the count of 4, into the count of 5

Spiders on the wall
They don't pay no alimony, I like the simple life
But I'm drawn back to the heat and the lights

Drinking your poison dry
Nobody loves an apothecary
Paradise lost on me, see all children cry

I pay for my style
With a bunch of people shouting curses at me
Reach for the sky on an airline