Homesick Homesick and hungry and insulted There's nothing for me, and the night's thick There's nothing for me in this town It's just a bad fit Like wearing fives when you're a size six Oh, I'll just cram my foot inside it And go and dig myself a hole Oh, I'm not sure what I'm waiting for And I'm not sure that I care You're like a spider, black on red And I'd rather be dead than caught in your web God, help me I'm trying to sleep tonight Will you just be quiet? I can't fix this Oh, love needs glue but you bring Pritt Stick And there's no carrot, just a big stick You say we're going for a ride I can't risk it I'm rolling fives with all your sixes Oh, you say stick, but I just twist it I guess I'll spend the day inside Oh, I'm not sure what I'm waiting for And I'm not sure that I care You're like a spider, black on red And I'd rather be dead than caught in your web God, help me I'm trying to sleep tonight Will you just be quiet? It was a long hot summer It was a long hot summer And all the clouds rolled over my head And all the clouds rolled over, the clouds rolled over It was a long hot summer It was a long hot summer And then clouds rolled over my head I guess I'm going under Guess I'm going under