Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession?
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Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and insane
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Pink and wobbling with all their possessions
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Full of junk food and TV and booze
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And bottles of pain relief pills and all.
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Don't you love 'em?
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They make life hell here
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And pray there's heaven above 'em.
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Can't you smell 'em in obscene procession?
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They stink of bacon, defoliants, fear and small cigars
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Whips and semen, adulterous confessions,
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Mixed with money and those little air fresheners
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Hung in their cars and wardrobes and all
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Don't you hate 'em?
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So full of hot air
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They need some warfare
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To deflate 'em.
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Animals beware
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Knives and forks that glare
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Never trust those staring humans
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Being the worst
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Especially when they're hungry.
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Animals beware
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Knives and forks so bare
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Never trust those staring humans
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Being the worst
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Especially when they're hungry
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They make each other hungry
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There's no need to be hungry
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Not today.
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Can't you hear 'em in obscene procession?
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It's called talking, it's how they betray their friends and more.
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Aren't you glad that you found out about 'em?
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Aren't you glad you never evolved up any more?
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Obscene Procession
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