Joseph Arthur

A porcupine crawling out from inside of your mind
Like you're growing a crown of thorns
But you're no Messiah
You think more like a spider 'cause guilty hearts beat upside down
Silver hubcaps replcaed your eyes
As you went spinning on a daydream down
Forgiving the road every inch for miles
If your tyres survive you know your heart will explode
And if this song was a sponge soaked in your blood
Well then I guess the story would be told
A fateful day
You became a spider as I fed you blood from my nose
Now you're just like me