I got a headful of spiders And a mouthful of words and clues I got a pocketful of paper And a handful of crumpled up news Take me back to the little brown houses Mouldy Memories and a packet of glue Stick them together and put all the pieces inside of you Inside of you I don't know what I'm supposed to do I don't know what to say to you I got a bucketful of troubles And an earful of syllable stew I got a boxful of aggro And a suitcase of jumbled up blues Take me back to the little brown houses Mouldy Memories and a packet of glue Stick them together and put all the pieces inside of you Inside of you I don't know what I'm supposed to do I don't know what to say to you