Obscene Procession lyrics |
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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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