Lyrics

I read it in a book, my biased dirty looks "Unhand me, you crook." I saw it in her face; She made a big mistake That word's not hers to take. No This is the joke, so listen up close: Those bodies below are people you know Dig them all up Connect all the dots And see what you got... Not a whole lot... A lot, a lot, a lot All that he knows is all that she is: A quiet small girl with some guilt and the passion of saying "Oh well, It's personal. So stop listening in!." I can argue all night in the cold Over TV static and snow or the hum on the radio Listen to john 'cause here comes a solo He plays all the right chords We argue over the same two words: Spiders thrown Its so unofficial but, its all over the f**king news You gotta sit down We gotta talk about this one pal, we gotta talk about this one This one thinks I'm a dreamer, oh yeah I'm a dreamer I'm taking the next train to Florida where it's warmer I won't argue any longer over spiders They say it's easy when you're the one who's leaving So I guess we're f**king even, right? Sit the f**k down and shut up! I need to say a couple things to myself "What am I doing?" "What's this song?" I can't remember my teeth and my skin "Why the grin?" I'm still knee deep in sin Oh, I'm so existential, pretentious with pencils A market a staple, awkward and able A cowboy who reads much to much noise And I can't keep from drinking when I'm out with the boys Over "Spiders thrown."