Trapdoor Spiders - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Number 16 died with a parasite in her chest

Cut down in a second by some unwelcome guest

Yeah it's a shame but they reckon

In that neck of the woods, it's all OH&S

You spend your life spinning webs, but you never get a safety net

[Verse 2]

Number 16 steered through 43 years with a trapdoor over her head

Just shy of the weather and the apex predators

Keeping tabs on her health, but the sky still falls

And Centrelink calls with more automated debt

You keep four feet in your burrow, and four feet in the precipice

[Verse 3]

Setting records for simply breathing

As if it's gonna pay off

More than a life observed and dissected

By pundits and representatives

Keeping everything packed at hand just

In case you gotta get out

No more advice or censure from strangers

Unsolicited uninvited

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4]

Number 16 dreamed of the scales tipping over

And the clocks all getting reset

No more probes or drones or signposts

No more threats of a blowfly deficit

But history insists she justify existing

'Cause the boys all lost their heads

And now the jury's out on what rights the parasite gets

[Verse 5]

Number 16 swore, she must've missed the memo

When the price of admission was set

Maybe her invite never cleared customs

Maybe her vibe was just too venomous

Maybe they plotted her end on the dark web

Sad little men with their bad vibrations

Maybe they pounced in the daylight hours

Everyday trapdoors everyday spiders

[Verse 6]

Up ahead I see you waving as if you know a way out

Over the sunburnt wheat belt

No seatbelt, no chance of shaking free 'cause

There's a whitetail under the dashboard

A redback in the sink, there's a huntsman hanging on the architrave

Keeping eight eyes on everything

[Refrain]

Keeping eight eyes

Now, play!

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Bridge]

Keeping eight eyes on everything

[Outro]

Keeping eight eyes

Now, play!