Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and insane
Pink and wobbling with all possessions
They live on junk and tv and booze
And bottles of relief pills and all.

you love them?
They make life here
And think there's above 'em.

Can't you hear 'em in procession?
It's called talking, how they betray their closest friends.
and wheezing, they dribble pretension,
Slimy tongues tell the truth which love to bash and bend.

Can't you smell 'em in procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, and [small cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed with money and those little
Hung in their cars and and all

you hate
Those of hot air
need their warfare
To 'em.

Animals
Knives and forks glare
Never trust those staring
the worst
Especially when hungry.

Animals
Knives and forks so
Never trust those humans
Being the
Especially when they're
They make each other
There's no need to be
Not today.

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
Fat and pompous, they their only children to the floor
Aren't you glad I told you about them?
Aren't you you never evolved up any more?