Cant you see em, in obscene procession? Clad in fox fur all cocky, theyre violent and insane Pink and wobbling with all their possessions They live on junk food and tv and booze And bottles of pain relief pills and all. Dont you love them? They make life hell here And think theres heaven above em. Cant you hear em in obscene procession? Its called talking, its how they betray their closest friends. Cough and wheezing, they dribble pretension, Slimy tongues tell the truth which they love to bash and bend. Cant you smell em in obscene procession? Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small cigars/swastikas] Whips and semen, adulterous confessions, Mixed with money and those little refreshments Hung in their cars and wardrobes and all Dont you hate Those full of hot air They need their warfare To deflate em. Animals beware Knives and forks that glare Never trust those staring humans Being the worst Especially when theyre hungry. Animals beware Knives and forks so bare Never trust those staring humans Being the worst Especially when theyre hungry They make each other hungry Theres no need to be hungry Not today. Cant you see em, in obscene procession? Fat and pompous, they crush their only children to the floor Arent you glad that I told you about them? Arent you glad you never evolved up any more?
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