| 歌曲 | Spiders (Kidsmoke) |
| 歌手 | Wilco |
| 专辑 | A ghost is born |
| 作词 : Tweedy | |
| Spiders are singing in the salty breeze | |
| Spiders are filling out tax returns | |
| Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies | |
| On a private beach in Michigan | |
| Why can't they wish their kisses good | |
| Why do they miss when their kisses should | |
| Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys | |
| On a private beach in Michigan | |
| This recent rash of kidsmoke | |
| All these telescopic poems | |
| It's good to be alone | |
| Why can't they say what they want | |
| Why can't they just say what they mean | |
| Come clean, listen and talk | |
| Hello private callers, IDs blocked | |
| The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars | |
| The future has a valley and a shortcut around | |
| Who will wear the crown of drowning award | |
| Hold a private light on a Michigan shore | |
| You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke | |
| From a microscopic home | |
| It's good to be alone | |
| I'll be in my bed | |
| You can be the stone | |
| That raises from the dead | |
| And carries us all home | |
| There's no blood on my hands | |
| I just do as I am told |
| zuò cí : Tweedy | |
| Spiders are singing in the salty breeze | |
| Spiders are filling out tax returns | |
| Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies | |
| On a private beach in Michigan | |
| Why can' t they wish their kisses good | |
| Why do they miss when their kisses should | |
| Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys | |
| On a private beach in Michigan | |
| This recent rash of kidsmoke | |
| All these telescopic poems | |
| It' s good to be alone | |
| Why can' t they say what they want | |
| Why can' t they just say what they mean | |
| Come clean, listen and talk | |
| Hello private callers, IDs blocked | |
| The sun will rise, we' ll climb into cars | |
| The future has a valley and a shortcut around | |
| Who will wear the crown of drowning award | |
| Hold a private light on a Michigan shore | |
| You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke | |
| From a microscopic home | |
| It' s good to be alone | |
| I' ll be in my bed | |
| You can be the stone | |
| That raises from the dead | |
| And carries us all home | |
| There' s no blood on my hands | |
| I just do as I am told |