Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession?

Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're 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.



Don't you love them?

They make life hell here

And think there's heaven above 'em.



Can't you hear 'em in obscene procession?

It's called talking, it's how they betray their closest friends.

Cough and wheezing, they dribble pretension,

Slimy tongues tell the truth which they love to bash and bend.



Can't 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



Don't 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 they're hungry.



Animals beware

Knives and forks so bare

Never trust those staring humans

Being the worst

Especially when they're hungry

They make each other hungry

There's no need to be hungry

Not today.



Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession?

Fat and pompous, they crush their only children to the floor

Aren't you glad that i told you about them?

Aren't you glad you never evolved up any more?


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