I've got a spider in my head.
He crawls inside when I'm in bed.
He's eaten halfway,
Halfway through my brain.
If I were him,
I might just do the same.
I've got a spider in my head.
(In my head!)
He helps me think and I keep him fed.
It helps to take,
Take that pain away.
Sometimes I speak to him,
And this is what I say:
"When you are with me,
I can see clearly.
You've got me feeling right.
If you should leave me,
Spider, believe me,
My heart would slowly die."
I'm pleased to say it's working well.
My train of thought is shot to hell.
I feel it shake
(Shake!)
When I ring that little bell.
Have I lost my mind?
Well, it's too late to tell.