Текст Veruca Salt – Spiderman ’79

that I can see your breath
beneath me when you’re gone.
You’re so windy,
I’d like to pin you down
and tack you to the wall.
Spiderman x2
Spider Sunday,
you blaze up from the South
with oil on your hands.
I’m streaked in grease and grime,
and idle mouths,
you spoiled all my plans.
Spiderman x2
I can’t take more of that. x4
Tiny truck stop,
you lay me in a towel,
and savour me like a lamb.
You smell of corduroy and lemon drops,
and reds pulled from a can
I dream in black and white
I’ve long forgot exactly who I am.
A spiderman.
Spiderman. Oh, man.
Spiderman x3