Well I heard there's spiders In your living room They crawled in through the joints In the floor Apart from that You say there is a mole Among your friends or family And there's free spot in my bed For a dead horse's head It ain't hard to gain some trust in human kind It ain't hard if it's nothing you expect Sit down Grab a needle Stitch it Frame it Place it on your nightstand It is a golden rule Mind it well Self-help books You're out of luck with me Breath techniques Don't cross my path now Spiritual guides Spare me the mail You should have Knocked on my door When I was weak People tell me that that I'd make The world's worst shrink I'd moan myself The whole sessions through But when you said last night you went to bed Without the usual crying I thought: "Well then, there you go" But I won't quit my job just yet Tarot cards You're out of luck with me Crystal skulls Don't cross my path now Doomsday cults Spare me the mail You should have knocked on my door When I was weak So then tell me When did sorrow settle here? Occupying your most plushy chair Every night you serve him tears and chocolate Your most secret recipe He is the master of the house It's his well-earned due