Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spider's Web, artist - Jamie T.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spider's Web |
They think we’re fools sitting on the corner, |
Older you get the more like your father, |
The more I drink the more like my brother, |
Seem to have picked up on a callus trait, |
Hate people who think there life is a drama, |
Making in jokes about Americana, |
Amusing myself is worth it for the karma, |
Obama sounds like Osama to me. |
Well my bedrooms watched by an intifada, |
Kids with bricks or strips in gaza, |
Point at me in my pyjamas, |
Laugh and scream 'get out of bed!', |
I say 'Have I got plans? |
I’m meeting up with Martha', |
I’m a shoulder she’s Robert Palma, |
Acts like a twat but she’s a top banana, |
Might as well admit she’s addicted to love. |
Caught in a spider’s web, |
It’s not the first time playing dead, |
I see I saw lovers undercover, |
No one found out until we left, |
Caught in a spider’s web, |
Lt’s not the first time playing dead, |
They know somin' oh well we’re runnin', |
I know they’ll catch up in the end. |
You walked in last with a dirty barbour, |
Found me at the bar in fits of laughter, |
Said you’ve been seen out digging the past, |
With Arthur you’d rather just walk in the rain, |
At a party with Ash as they smash a pinata, |
Can I leave some stuff here for you to look after, |
I’ll be back around probably in the mid summer, |
New York, New York man I love the city! |
Caught in a spider’s web, |
It’s not the first time playing dead, |
I see I saw lovers undercover, |
No one found out until we left, |
Caught in a spider’s web, |
It’s not the first time playing dead, |
They know somin' oh well we’re runnin', |
I know they’ll catch up in the end. |
In the hustle and the bustle I feel I’m in trouble, |
And I trip and then I stumble I feel myself fall, |
In the hustle and the bustle it’s too rough, |
I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call? |
Well with a wheezing chest and a leaking ceiling, |
Baby next door screaming all evening, |
The beatings we got and the ones we’re seeking, |
We’re stubborn as fuck and I’m proud to say, |
That me and Ben Skeleton mixed our own medicine, |
Never let a critic affect our direction, |
Barricade doors with out pale complexion, |
Program a beat bones I’ll just keep telling them, |
How selling them a brand is a band complication, |
A man in a room with a survey for the station, |
Trying to get it on air no care for creation, |
I guess it’s all part of indoctrination! |
In the hustle and the bustle I feel I’m in trouble, |
And I trip and then I stumble I feel myself fall, |
In the hustle and the bustle it’s too rough, |
I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call? |
Caught in a spider’s web, |
Its' not the first time playing dead, |
I see I saw lovers undercover, |
No one found out until we left, |
Caught in a spider’s web, |
It’s not the first time playing dead, |
They know somin' oh well we’re runnin', |
I know they’ll catch up in the end. |
In the hustle and the bustle I feel I’m in trouble, |
And I trip and then I stumble I feel myself fall, |
In the hustle and the bustle it’s too rough, |
I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call? |