Spiders

I bought a brand new cliché.
all in all, the cradle falls, and my new sin is ten feet tall, so…
can you come out and play?
hang around here and we'll give you something to cry about.
All dressed up, all alone…
in a teen magazine, just dip the girls in gasoline, so…
can you stay for the show?
keep your voice down or i'll give you something to cry about.
Can you pull the splinter from my eye?
six stitches for each time that i had to ask you, “why me?”
i wish you would…
Chorus:
Stop screaming at this one.
i wish you would stop screaming at me.
where were you, daddy, when the spiders came out?
where were you, daddy, when the spiders came out?