Say goodnight to those bittersweet days
When you could tell someone that you loved 'em
And you wouldnt lose your shame.
And now you gotta bite your tongue
And feel the cold [bad word] down your face.

Spider Cider
Spider Cider
Spider Cider
Spider Cider

You drink yourself sideways to try to remain.
For a turn at birth you unearth
The beast you'll never tame.
And now you've found someone to hold
Who's gonna leave you empty and alone.

Spider Cider
Spider Cider
Spider Cider
Spider Cider

But you've got the fever, girl,
And I've got the fever.
We've got the fever, girl,
Now we're cursed to the bone.

Spider Cider
Spider Cider
Spider Cider
Spider Cider

You should [bad word] With a loaded gun in your mouth (repeat)

I know the people these days
Break bottles. That's your way.
Tell the black widow spider on the pillow
I love her, I'll die for you.
When the [bad word] around,
First you need to wear 'em down.

Well I will die, I will die, I will die,
I will die in the dust for you.

You should [bad word] With a loaded gun in your mouth.

Kiss on the lips.
Oh, these cold, chaotic times!
You [bad word] the holy war
So what's the use of trying?
And all the world goes to [bad word] 
You've already lived with years and years of it.

Spider Cider
Spider Cider
Spider Cider
Spider Cider

You've got the fever, girl
And I've got the fever.
We've got the fever, girl,
Now we're cursed to the bone.