Do Good People Kill Spiders

Liquor license for my rubbing alcohol Fumes and vapors have me squinting like a mole Open my window, let the wind blow through A bunch of spiders came and crawled right to me Shouting and stomping like a maniac I squashed them all, covered in goo of black Looked through myself, right at the mirror Who should really be the fearer? Do good people kill spiders? Mop up the viscera left on the floor Some rubbing alcohol make the stink no more I left it there for over a week The time has come to be a clean freak Lock the door, sit on the floor, and breathe in Sterilize my mind and sanitize my skin Guilt is a feeling, shames a disorder But chemicals, they are my warder Do bad people realize it?