Regulo gas mark VIII   Even the world can feel me breathing   Into the count of 4, into the count of 5      Spiders on the wall   They don't pay no alimony, I like the simple life   But I'm drawn back to the heat and the lights      Drinking your poison dry   Nobody loves an apothecary   Paradise lost on me, see all children cry      I pay for my style   With a bunch of people shouting curses at me   Reach for the sky on an airline      Spiders on the wall   They don't pay no alimony, I like the simple life   But I'm drawn back to the heat and the lights   To the heat and the lights, to the heat and the lights   To the heat and the lights