Transcription taken from the Vic Chesnutt Lyrics page

Fill the basin with my hands
Your strong shoulders in my head
Soft soap splashing on the rim
I keep wishing I was him
Cobweb fluttering twelve feet up
Above the basin where I violently scrub
Can't scrape away with soap and fingernails
Dirty imagined intimate details
I go to the garage where on the wall
A thousand granddaddy long legs crawl
A crazy notion cracks through my mind
An electrical shudder shoots up and down my spine
I run to the kitchen, grab a pot and lid
Then I rushed to the garage before I knew what I did
I was raking the gentle? spiders into that pot
Then I was sitting at the kitchen table
Feeling so cold and so hot
In a moment I move to get a cereal bowl
Then I'm back at the table and before I know
What exactly I had done, I pulled the legs off of every one
The little round bodies in front of me
It looked like a bowl of black-eyed peas
Well, I take them over to the counter
Poured it into the Cuisinart
I reached in the cupboard and I grabbed a lid
Of Tequila and I pour that in
Push the button and it starts to chop
My heart can hardly contain my thumping heart
My last act on this earth
Will be to chug-a-lug a mixture and hope for the worst
My last act on this earth
Will be to chug-a-lug a mixture and hope for the worst
My last act on this earth
Will be to chug-a-lug a mixture and hope for the worst
My last act on this earth
Will be to chug-a-lug a mixture and hope for the worst

added:2/3/2002