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 his dirty socks with tiny bloody holes.       There's an old man who says 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   And I guess that's really all       Dead little creatures mean the end of the world       There was 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 UFO's       It's doctors and lawyers and the end of the world   Small furry creatures mean the end of the world   It's creatures and shoes and the end of the world       There's an old lady who washes her clothes   In the same laundromat as me   She told me of her son and some shoes