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Spider
The highway never ends
A spider-web road
That has caught cars like flies
So much ground to cover
To see every inch
Of the spider’s trap
It’s a race to infinity
Endless racecar track
Oh, the open road
Open to the public
To come and feast their eyes out
‘Till they wear out their batteries
Need to buy new double A’s
So they can map around
To some hopeless destiny
For when the day is done
The spider-web still goes on and on and on…
Pay your toll to the One with 8 legs
So you can use his bridge
So you can see every wait
On every grouchy troll’s nose
Can they map out that look on his face
When you go strolling by
Parachute boys drizzle down
To put out the fire
That you left behind
Burnt rubber in the air
Smoke and soot
Flicker in flight
That you left behind
Parachutes will drizzle it out
And all will be right
To continue the endless maparounds
Oh, the open road
Oh, the open eye
Ready to spread every map
Like strawberry jam
Ready to gaze for just a gander
For the beginning in the end
Ready to ponder
For the paper maps bend like rules
