[Lyric] Squirrels Were Running Around Homeless From The Death From The Sky (Hayworth)

I've listened to every song, painted every picture, dreamed every dream
I've listened to every song, painted every picture, dreamed every dream
I've listened to every song, painted every picture

And come to the conclusion that
Originality perished
Along with intelligence
And belief to religion

Abort the baby from the womb, build it a tomb
But be sure to save some room for the divorced mother

Just remember the secret entrance
The cancer-infected colon of the country