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?