(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!