Lullaby by The Cure on candystripe legs the spiderman comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead looking for the victim shivering in bed searching out fera in the gathering gloom and suddenly! a movement in the corner of the room! and there is nothing i can do when i realise with fright that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight ! quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps ...