Lyrics:

(Should people with leprosy and a past history of psychosis be allowed to teach our children? Your calls, after this.) There's an old lady who washes her clothes In the same laundromat as me She told me of her son And some shoes that hurt his feet Mean little nails rose up in a bunch And plunged into his soles Filling dirty socks With tiny bloody holes It's shoes and it's feet and the end of the world It's shoes and it's feet and the end of the world Shoes and it's feet and the end of the world It's shoes and it's feet and the end of the world There's an old man who said that he came From the same town as my dad He told me of his house And why it smelled so bad Small furry creatures had crawled in the spaces In between the walls They died and they decayed Well I guess that's really all It's small furry creatures and the end of the world It's small furry creatures and the end of the world Small furry creatures and the end of the world It's small furry creatures and the end of the world There is a man who told me a story about a conspiracy He told me how it started And what it meant to me Doctors and lawyers and bankers and priests are Controlled by U.F.O.s (x2) It's doctors and lawyers and the end of the world Bankers and priests and the end of the world It's doctors and lawyers and the end of the world (x2) It's bankers and priests and the end of the world It's doctors and lawyers and the end of the... There's an old lady who washes her clothes In the same laundromat as me She told me of her son and some SHOES!