"Pink Tarantulas" as written by and Jordan Blilie Whitney Johnny....
We are the cock-eyed children left to babble in tarantula glue.
We are the shock-eyed children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo.
We are the engines pumping out children strangled by static from the noisy sun.
So won't you tell us what's brewing in your trenches?
Let us see what you've got hidden under the web.
Come on, come on, what's listening in those stretch marks?
Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you meant when you said...

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
Abandoned like a bombed out conversation.
Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation.
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
Gaping like a cracked open piñata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink tarantula teeth in our pina coladas.

What's cooking in your stain? (come on taxman)
The sleepy clang of cash register fangs
What's cooking our sun? (come on taxman)
The addictive hum of bubble gum slums
Come on taxman!
This withered milk tree that you call love collapses like an empty glove..
Feed it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck it! (yeah)
And we know that sewing on another asshole won't make us shit more,
But who can resist a two-for-one at the pink tarantula store?

Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
Pink tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!

When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through its frosted veil.
We'll always lay together dreaming of other people under the poison hail.
You look so disgusting, all pink and puckered, covered with tarantula hair.
You look so disgusting I can feel the sight rotting off of my prowling stare.

And we know that TV fed us our first footsteps,
But the Ketamine is gonna teach us, teach us, teach us,
Gonna teach us, teach us, teach us just how to crawl.

We are the cross-eyed children misled to yellow in tarantula webs.
Yeah we are the gawk-eyed children chained to rot in the designer fuck beds.

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
Abandoned like a bombed out conversation.
Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation.
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
Gaping like a cracked open piñata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink tarantula teeth in our pina coladas

Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
Pink tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!






Lyrics submitted by rjbucs28

"Pink Tarantulas" as written by Jordan Blilie Cody Votolato

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    General Commentnoone has said anything about this song yet.
    i love it. such a great portrayal of a generation.
    plastic jesuson May 06, 2004   Link
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    General CommentI personally think this is one of their best songs.
    HerHeartCrieson January 26, 2005   Link
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    General CommentI love the blood brothers. In my eyes, they can't do any wrong. But this song is absolutely amazing! Every time I hear it... it makes me ecstatic. They lyrics are just amazing, absolutely amazing.
    "Feed it! Suck it! Own it! Fuck it!"
    Maybe about the man of the house having an affair with the maid? I don't know, just a guess.
    devilinmexicoon May 22, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThe song is about people trying to make life easier for themselves in the most stupidest ways....."We know that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more but who can resist two for one and the pink tarantula store?"
    XxSkinGraftxXon December 17, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThe song is about people trying to make life easier for themselves in the most stupidest ways....."We know that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more but who can resist two for one and the pink tarantula store?"
    XxSkinGraftxXon December 17, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThe song is about people trying to make life easier for themselves in the most stupidest ways....."We know that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more but who can resist two for one and the pink tarantula store?"
    XxSkinGraftxXon December 17, 2005   Link
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    General Commentthe first person is the closest in my opinion - it's a portayal of the generation.

    "I pledge allegience to the small talk nation"

    "TV fed us our first footsteps"

    "Wrapped! Packed! Soiled! Stacked!"

    and the amazing:

    "SLEEP! EAT! OWN! FUCK!"

    The modern life. Laziness, unfaithfulness, hypocracy, trash culture, apathy.
    This is what makes the Blood Brothers so incredible. Their songs are charged with meaning. They deny it because they want people to decipher them for themselves.

    Thank fuck for the Blood Brothers. They stop me going out of my mind with boredom.
    fearon February 25, 2006   Link
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    General Commentdude, this song is so awesome to jump around to and i love it
    Brilliantstaron March 08, 2006   Link
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    General Commentblood brothers are just simply amazing.
    nik27on July 24, 2006   Link
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    General CommentIt's such a shame this song wasn't on an album. One of thier best for that time period I think.
    simelionon November 23, 2006   Link

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