| C | F | C | |
| i can see the | light of a crooked | moon |
| Am | G | C | |
| green and | white spilling through your | room |
| Am | G | C | |
| white spiders are | spinning | across the | walls |
| Am | G | F | |
| they are building an | empire | waiting for us to | fall |
| Am | C | |
| Ohhhhh, Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh | Ohhhhh |
| Am | G | |
| Ohhhhh, Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh | Ohhhhh |
| C | F | C | |
| you were humming some | old long forgotten | tune |
| Am | G | C | |
| bout a singer from | memphis in a sequin | suit |
| Am | G | C | |
| white spiders are | spinning | across the | room |
| Am | G | F | |
| they are building am | empire | out of me and | you |
| Am | C | |
| Ohhhhh, Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh | Ohhhhh |
| Am | G | |
| Ohhhhh, Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh | Ohhhhh |
| Am | G | C | |
| sky riders were | riding | white smoke on | blue |
| Am | G | F | |
| they are building an | empire | out of me and | you |
| Am | C | |
| Ohhhhh, Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh | Ohhhhh |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| Ohhhhh, Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh | Ohhhhh |