I think the spider's got those little green things that crawl into my closet

I don't see them running 

It must have gravitated to their entrance at my house 

So they ate them as they walked into that door 

My closet doesn't see them 

But those green things eat off all the white green mold growing on my clothes 

I pay the spiders 

I live inside their web 

I live in the web 

They weave all around me 

I'm but their world, part of their world 

They're friendly things 

But I don't want to see the other members of the family 

They've got to go 

Hey! Salamander