Tarántula
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