"Each if you, must distinguish for himself between the scenes of; cold reality, and those of; pure illusion..."
They call me old McDonald
I live on a farm
I don't even have a burgler alarm
I got a big gun,
sometimes I shoot little birds just for fun
so don't be steppin' on my property son
Got mah wife and three boys, and little girl
up till last week I didn't have a care in the world
Till, little Johnny started acting crazy
Cause pappa shot Daisy
I was like; Hush little baby don't cry oh just chill
God made animals for us to kill