Red Spider turns on a spit
Friendless - his hosts rotate
Caught in the froth of his many eyes
Dribbling sweat by the fire
Coughing up lungs from plastic
Bottles - they know no better
His tormentors in turn tortured
By gaping holes in their bellies
A grimy hand cracks off a leg
And red spider grows redder
He grows so large and so red
Fat as a hunter's moon
Now hungry in his heat
He swallows the dinner guests
He swallows the fire
He swallows the world
Well, who can blame him
Child: we live in the trembling gut
Of an angry red spider
