I'm feeling anxious and I may know why
Got to the root and then it multiplied
Picked up the pieces to make it worth while
Then glued them together and built me a shrine
That I could worship in my spare time
And get the feeling that everything's fine
Altar of roots
Connected with wire
I pray to wood
Sticks in a pile
Then when the cat started chasing a fly
In the same room as that idol of mine
Clearly ignoring the cautioning signs
He knocked it over and I nearly died
I screamed and I cursed him out until he cried
Sent him to bed without dinner that night