Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah His Truth is marching on I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd rows of steel As ye deal with my contempters so with you my grace shall deal Let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel Since God is marching on He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul to answer him be jubilant, my feet Our God is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah His Truth is marching on His Truth is marching on

I am a spider, hi, how are you? Four pairs of walking boots, I'm Anansi Sinatra Sitting peacefully, content with mingling Until the evening, when my evil senses get to tingling But isn't it a great time, chilling in the daytime? Until the night arrives, and then it's playtime I'll wear four air force pairs at the same time Connect you to my web before giving you some face time Many a brave knight gave a brave fight Until I made a dinner plate of his grave site In the daytime, I'm a web designer Then, when the nighttime arrives, I get kind of wild I'm crawling up your wall Black and hairy, very small Now, I'm up above your head, hanging by a little thread Creepy, crawly, creepy, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly (Bull is the spider) Look, I'm a giant, ungoliant, shelob, an aragog An arukenimon, and I wreck anyone I can, I'm pog A self-propelling hairy hand with eight fingers Wrapped around a pair of scary fangs, ornate pincers Wait a moment, I must finish up a few things Wrap up a customer, pick up a couple loose strings Circadian mood swings change the way I do things I could lose a few limbs, and just be like, "Oops, cringe" Went in to the dentist, and I said to them, "My tooth stings" They didn't find the double entendre, too amusing And I may not be tall, but when I'm climbing up the walls Right behind you, you'll be frightened While you're trying not to fall Right down into the dungeon, find yourself in a conundrum Right in time 'cause I'm inviting you to help me out with luncheon I'm climbing up your spout (creepy, crawly) That rain won't wash me out (creepy, crawly) I'm climbing up your spout (Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly) (Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly) Your mates won't hear you shout (Bull is the Spider) I'm a brain on legs, animated in my element And when I'm spitting venom, it's as if I'm Eminem Picking up the pen again, and dip it in the poison Liquify your innards, turn your organs into hoi sin So bring your boys in, tell them this'll hurt With the main course finished, then I'll have them for dessert Inciting paranoia with a side of violent nausea Call me Dali or Bunuel, while I'm about to slice your cornea A primordial killer, debilitating prey With serrated razor blades dipped in danger mayonnaise I'll eat you in my own home like a takeaway So just let the venom penetrate your brain like theta waves It needn't have to happen in a painful way So lay awake, breathe, count down from ten, and then fade away I'm crawling up your wall (creepy, crawly) Black and hairy, very small (creepy, crawly) Now I'm up above your head (Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly) (Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly) Hanging by a little thread (Bull is the Spider) Well, hello again, friend, I'm a skeleton Hopping on your back like Aladdin on an elephant Accessorizing spiders like a bone white petticoat But we know I'm only here to maximize the SEO We're just some friendly bros, but to you we're deadly foes Dropping every flow like a heavy load wherever we go So let's go, skeleton, my exoskeleton Is ready to propel us to the next little fellow That we find in the mine Digging Redstone diamonds We'll kindly provide him a nice little headstone Inscribed with the line, "Was alive, now he's dead, LOL" I'm climbing up your spout That rain won't wash me out I'm climbing up your spout Your mates won't hear you shout Creepy, crawly, creepy, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly (Bull is the Spider)