Cloak & Dagger - Eight Legs

Gnawing on the drawing board

And chewing on your teeth

Throwing eggs at children

As they’re walking down the street

Picking on the little ones to feel less incomplete

If you don’t feel better

Pick them off their mother’s teat

Now you’re sitting pretty on the

Edge of your seat

Now you’re sitting pretty on the

Edge of your seat

By night

Undercover

Cloak and dagger

Through the street

Sleep tight

More than me

Gnawing on my drawing board

And chewing on my teeth

I’ve a list of people that I really want to meet

Not because I love them

Or because I’m incomplete

Simply my desire to see them be deceased

You know that I’m talking to you

You know who you are

By night

Undercover

Cloak and dagger

Through the street

Sleep tight

More than me

White light

Smoke and mirrors

Sending shivers down your spine

Sleep tight

More than me

By night

Undercover

Cloak and dagger

Through the street

Sleep tight

More than me

White light

Smoke and mirrors

Sending shivers down your spine

Sleep tight

More than me