The rain in Spain comes pouring down
In a galaxy far far away
Mystery of my dream is always something
When the sun turns my night to day

Only one more web
Only one web to spin you´round
Spin my web of fantasy

Play this rhythm without missing a beat
A living insect you can tell it's a creep

By the movement in the shadows and the smell and the heat
With the sound of deadly nothing without crossing the street

The city weaves a cloth of hunger
Conquered by the night
On camera no one is getting any younger
Death is a dreadful sight

Only one more web
Only one web to spin you´round
Spin my web of fantasy

Play this rhythm without missing a beat?

A creepy crawler, on a creepy crawling crawl