Tiny spots of black
On the wall
Tiny spots of black
Run around a little
Understand a little
Turn on
Tune in
Burn out
Let the pounding
Outside
Inside
Let it all run around like a little black spider
Running up the waterspout
But there ain't no water there
Turn on
Spark up
Charged car battery
Turning up the volume
Everything splashing and smearing into little dark pictures
Running around like the little baby spider
But there ain't no waterspout
Nothing to run up
No little Miss Muffet to frighten
Don't try to run away
There's nothing to run from
If there were, no matter
There's nowhere to go
It doesn't matter
Anyone can see to that
Half a little pound of tuppeny rice
Half a pound of treacle
But there's no spiders in that happy little nursery rhyme
Just weasels and monkeys
Rice and molasses
Psychedaelia
Smear together, make little black spots
Little black dots
Run around run around
Little black spider
Run up the water spout
But there ain't no water to wash you out
Nothing to wash away your sins
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
But it really doesn't matter
Because there's nothing to run from
The sun's not gonna come out
Give it up,
Live it up,
And follow the spider.