That bad idea is creeping in

It rolls inside your skull

You oughta take yourself back up again

But you're out of time, you know

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, inside of you

That little thought will mess up then

It's so dark like the tomb

The spiders will rotate blind

And your restlessness their boon

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, inside of you

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, inside of you

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, inside of you

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, we gotta get

Inside, inside, inside of you