James Greer - Invitation to a Beheading lyrics

O Rodion Curled into a ram's horn Working like a spider a spider a spider On the seasick root of the seasick root I saw Satan fall like lightning And a black ink spot on a blank wall Guarding a bank vault That had nothing inside but an alpine silence We were at home watching History of Violence O Rodion Were you bargaining for my soul Working like a spider a spider a spider Gonna crush you good under my good foot Cemetery mailboxes serviced by postal ghosts Take a bite of knowledge apple and call the lord of hosts Breaking apart all the scaffolds Wearing a blindfold No one in sight but a two bit Chaplin We were at home watching all the little tramplings O Rodion In the cinema of despair Working like a spider a spider a spider Gonna flip your wig gonna strip you bare