Tarantula

They'd been gone for so damn long

I'd nearly forgotten that they could be near

They fly high and so far gone

You can hear them but they seldom appear

And they live, live on a mountain

And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor

And the clouds grinding around them

Created a terrible roar

Fine glass book, their pages newly amended

And planted in steam.

Witchcraft spoons breed rhinestone radioactive

Bull frogs in antique magnetic cream

And they live, live on a mountain

And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor

And the clouds grinding around them

Created a terrible roar

High I.Q. brand rhinestone carnival barking pumpkins

That walk without feet

Low-rent hunchback elves sell sweets to the children

That play by the street

And they live, live on a mountain

And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor

And the clouds grinding around them

Created a terrible roar

And they live, live on a mountain

And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor

And the clouds grinding around them

Created a terrible roar