the spider's face

there's a world outside of these crumbling walls

where the weak men hide under battles and brawls

and the only pride is a spider that crawls

into the cracks and calmly waits

for the flies to realize

as they're sitting in the shit and dirt

that their heads all ache

and their bellies all hurt

and there's nothing that can save

neither drink nor skirt

for the disease has proven fatal and spreading

but the spider knows and will generously give

and he promises the flies that they all shall live

though the cost of a drop of the cure is dear

how the penny doth flow when it's death they fear

and he cast his web so prodigiously wide

that he snared the whole sniveling world inside

and the lot who couldn't pay him

well

they bloody died

but that's all for the best

puts the terror in the rest

for you fear the man who can save your life

and your bastard child

and your blithering wife

and the petty little people with their petty strife

so have a cough? have a chair

for the spider's there!

and the spider sees how to bring them all in line

how to keep them very quiet

how to herd the swine

though the cost of a drop of the cure is dear

how the penny doth flow when it's death they fear

now

the spider thinks

what a glorious game

but it's not the gold

and it's not the fame

it's the fear the fools are feeling when they praise his name

for in their prayers they'll say

he who gives can take away"