I got a headful of spiders
And a mouthful of words and clues
I got a pocketful of paper
And a handful of crumpled up news
Take me back to the little brown houses
Mouldy Memories and a packet of glue
Stick them together and put all the pieces inside of you
Inside of you
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
I don't know what to say to you
I got a bucketful of troubles
And an earful of syllable stew
I got a boxful of aggro
And a suitcase of jumbled up blues
Take me back to the little brown houses
Mouldy Memories and a packet of glue
Stick them together and put all the pieces inside of you
Inside of you
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
I don't know what to say to you