Home sick, home sick and hungry and insulted There's nothing for me and the night's thickThere's nothing for me in this town It's just a bad fit, like wearing fives whenyou're a size six Oh, I'll just cram my foot inside it and goand dig myself a hole Oh, I'm not sure what I'm waiting forAnd I'm not sure that I care You're like a spider, black on redAnd I'd rather be dead than caught in your web God help me, I'm trying to sleep tonightJust be quiet I can't fix thisOh, love needs glue but you bring Pritt stick And there's no carrot, just a big stickYou say we're going for a ride I can't risk itI'm rolling fives for all your sixes Oh, you say stick but I just twist itI guess I'll spend the day inside Oh, I'm not sure what I'm waiting forAnd I'm not sure that I care You're like a spider, black on redAnd I'd rather be dead than caught in your web God help me, I'm trying to sleep tonightOh, you can just be quietIt was a long, hard summer It was a long, hard summerAnd all the clouds rolled over my head And all the clouds rolled over, the cloudsrolled over It was a long, hard summerIt was a long, hard summer And all the clouds rolled over my headI guess I'm going on, I guess I'm going on