The Spider’s Eyes

Lyrics

[Chorus] The devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? I said the devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? Yeah The devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? Why ain't ya lookin [Verse 1] When all of your summer days pack up and run away From the same underage stain of the younger days No more cryin' 'cause the tumblin' thunder came Better get used to the rumblin' hunger pains There's fireflies in the spider's eyes There's Fireflies in the spider's eyes Fireflies in the spider's eyes And they spell "Crash landing" on the city's tired sky Heat pipes coughin', sweatin' exhausted Pumpin' blood to te rhythm of a bed frame rockin' Where's autumn? Frozen from a merciless winter The fifth season: Regret, just ate my ego for dinner I'm under cobweb corners full of moths and fruit flies Belly of the burden where truth lies is too wide [Chorus] The devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? The devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? I said the devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? I said the devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? Huh The devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? [Verse 2] Dancehall bass giving hell to my brick wall Centipede's giving me thick skin, it crawls Pitfalls, marker's mark, L-M-N-O-P Drunk neighbors done lit a bonfire in the street I didn't wanna kill the praying mantis with a dust pan Didn't wanna hit the man living on crushed cans Didn't wanna piss on your portrait of proper Didn't wanna tell you that your lucky penny was copper A real heart-stopper, spine-tingling freak fest Smoke 'n' ash, broken glass Let's keep quiet, listen to the city, it talks Or stay still, staring at the idiot box We were rooftop gods controlling the stars Hear the tension, hear the sounds, the police cars Let's laugh at the clown cast dancing on brown glass I'm the hoping they drown fast as soon as the sounds pass Dollar to my name is in my front pocket 'Bout to put it on the counter baby, tell me to watch it Foung a locket in the gutter with somebody's mother Guess they shouldn't be expecting their loved one for supper This city was built on metal pipes and guilt We pay a monkey in a suit to pretend that he run it We're shit stains on a quilt, make love to the filth We better leave, hon', i think i hear the fire trucks coming [Outro] The devil's in the details, why ain't ya listening? The devil's in the details, why ain't ya listening? The devil's in the details, why ain't ya listening? The devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? Yeah The devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'?