Spiders in Her Hair - King Dude

I always thought I was blacker than the blood

Running through the devil’s soiled veins

Until I met a girl, not quite of this world

No she was born in a fiery lake

There are spiders in her hair

Her skin it crawls with them everywhere whoa ho

My heartbeat thunders like a drum she is close

I’m in love with a ghost

Her skin’s as pale, as the day is white

Her hair is blacker than the blackest night

And when she speaks whoa ho

All children weep

And when she sings Lord Death will come and reap

I’m in love with a ghost

I’m in love with a ghost