charlie's song

There’s a spider… spider… spider…

He’s deep in my soul… soul…

He’s lived here for years… years…

He just won’t let go. He’s laying around… He’s got a mean bite… Now he’s ready to fight… And stand up for what he knows… I don’t need your trophies or your gold I just want to tell you all Go fuck yourselves… Go fuck yourselves… Go fuck yourselves… I really mean to tell you Fuck you motherfuckers I don’t need you in my bar…