There’s a spider in the drain, and he’s feeling pain,
and he doesn’t want to die any more than you or I.
He’s struggling to live, but he doesn’t have much time,
any more than you or I, you or I.

We’ve got to die. We’ve got to live.
We’ve got to take what we can get.
We sell ourselves for petty change,
and when we die we rearrange.
It’s time to take it back again.
It’s time to take it back again.
I want you to love me like I love you.