| Song | Squirrel Song |
| Artist | Shellac |
| Album | 1000 Hurts |
| This is a sad fuckin' song | |
| We'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying | |
| How does it feel? | |
| Your night light, your curling iron | |
| Lit up by the sweat of others, | |
| For pennies a day | |
| But not from November to May | |
| The floor is littered | |
| With woodchips and apple cores | |
| And hulls (holes, husks?) of acorns | |
| There is a chattering sound | |
| Because they were squirrels; real squirrels. | |
| (And there were thousands) | |
| This isn't some kind of metaphor, | |
| Goddamn, this is real |