I am a hacking cough
That tickle in your throat
In an unmade bed in Mexico
You will catch my cough, you will catch my cold
Hey, hey, no one needs to know
Just put it in your mouth
No snail trails have blackened
It's like it never happened
I won't be a henpeck
I'll infect it
I've done so many bad things
I never seem to get clean
No pecking order please
I've done too many bad things
Come get it help yourself
Come see it for yourself
We're raising glasses high, dirty as all hell
In sickness and health, in sickness and health
So would you drink after me?
I've been a good boy, I'm squeaky clean
A pretty please in the motel, the snails without shells
In sickness and health, in sickness and health
So don't be so alarmed
You're being harvested and farmed
Every time I continue to breathe
You wipe your nose on my sleeve
Every time I don't drive off a cliff
Every time I don't chop off my lips
I've been taken to swallowing pennies
For the apocalypse that's surely coming
Come get it, help yourself
Come see it for yourself
We're shaking rubber gloves up to the shelves in hell
In sickness and health, in sickness and health
So would you sleep where I sleep?
In with the bed bugs and bad beliefs
I don't mean to make it seem
Like we're salmon upstream
But are you afraid, are you afraid of me?

My men cannot get out of being pulled into the earth
I've been done here, only time keeps me from the demiurge
My self cannot get out of being pulled into the earth
Well we do next to nothing, we have always been the scourge

Come kill me
I seem so brittle
Come kill me
I see so little
(Every animal)
Come kill me
I seem so brittle
(Every animal)
Come kill me
I see so little


My men cannot get out of being pulled into the earth
I've been done here, only time keeps me from the demiurge
My self cannot get out of being pulled into the earth
Well we do next to nothing, we have always been the scourge


Come kill me
I seem so brittle
Come kill me
I see so little
(Every animal)
Come kill me
I seem so brittle
(Every animal)
Come kill me
I see so little

I want your head
I want your wicked parts
I want to wring out your evil thoughts
I want to eat out your bitter heart
I want your soul to sing six words harmony
Of all the pigs that might tempt me
I know you're sick alone and I'm telling everyone everything
So scratch it on the wall of your coffin on your sick day home
"And when your lover loves to cheat, there's another you can meet
It's a short pier, it's a long walk home"
You gotta show me where it hurts
There's a beast and a burden
Kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor
This is your life, this is your life
And when I'm done, it's over a little bit more
Good things die all the time
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye, " said the spider to the fly
When all those times you thought that you were wrong
You were right
So if I fight the good fight, will hairlines recede?
Will lines deepen in face to craft a look of defeat?
I feel the end is near, my little Monday night whore
My little Saturday night became a Sunday remorse
When it's all over America
The Godless game show heathens
This is your life, this is your life
At last, my good friend, we are even
I know I'll never lose an arm, I'll never stay up staring at the phone
I'll never rot up with disease, don't you bury me and leave
Don't you leave me in the ground alone
You gotta show me where it hurts, never cremate me to burn
Never chop me up and throw me to sea
You'll never have to find the words, they come spilling unrehearsed
But you and I will never find that peace
Good things die all the time
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye, " said the spider to the fly
When all those times you thought that you were wrong
You were right
Good things die all the time
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye, " said the spider to the fly
When all those times you thought that you were wrong
You were right
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God Bless Your Black Heart opens with one of The Paper Chase’s signature songs, “Said The Spider To The Fly,” which immediately introduces the album’s central themes of religion, morality, jealousy, vengeance, and malcontent.

This song is commonly thought to be about Jeffrey Dahmer, but John Congleton has explicitly denied this on Twitter. However, the sample at the end of this song actually comes from the testimony of Tracy Edwards at Jeffrey Dahmer’s trial, and many other details of this song (e.g. “I want your head/I want your wicked parts”) line up very well with Dahmer’s crimes.

This apparent contradiction is best resolved by the assumption that John took inspiration from Jeffrey Dahmer and other serial killers (e.g. John Wayne Gacy, who is sampled on “Ready, Willing, Cain and Able”), but did not write this song directly about them or from their perspectives.