Your eye's on the ceiling,
Looking for, looking for the scapegoat,
You would take out the 8 hour shift on it,
Then you see the spider, well thats luck,
You lean back, and let hate take over your tongue:
"Adam and Eve,
not Adam and Steve"
Why do you always say this,
Why should he stay home?
"At home between the four walls."
You don't see the spider behind the cobweb,
Why does it bother you that I exist,
Why should I leave myself at home?
"At home between the four walls."
Wait, I dont think I understand what's going on,
The eight legs are in the deck,
Yet this board game is unmatched.
The same way we're different,
The same kind of guys,
The same kind of girls,
And the same kind of couples.
You don't see the spider behind the cobweb,
Why does it bother you that I exist,
Why should I leave myself at home?
"At home between the four walls."
You don't see the spider behind the cobweb,
Why does it bother you that I exist,
I won't leave myself at home,
"At home between the four walls."