Return Of The Spiders — Alice Cooper

Well, stop.. look, and listen There are ants that are gathered here With my hands raised to speak But you all won't hear No, you all won't hear We all won't hear

Let me in your living door Let me in, knock knock I said, who's there Well, it's me they're reaching in And I'm coming after you I'm coming after you Coming after you

Well, I'm tired - yes I'm weary from my long journey But I'm not yet all ready to rest For you can come along with me We go searching for rest, yes Come on and search with me Oh, search with me Woah, search with me Come on and search with me Wo-woah, come on and search with me

Come on and search with me...

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