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
Full of junk food and TV and booze
And bottles of pain relief pills and all.
Don't you love 'em?
They make life hell here
And pray there's heaven above 'em.
Can't you smell 'em in obscene procession?
They stink of bacon, defoliants, fear and small cigars
Whips and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed with money and those little air fresheners
Hung in their cars and wardrobes and all
Don't you hate 'em?
So full of hot air
They need some 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 hear 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, it's how they betray their friends and more.
Aren't you glad that you found out about 'em?
Aren't you glad you never evolved up any more?