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?
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