Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

you love them?
They life hell here
And think there's heaven 'em.

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

Can't you smell 'em in procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small
and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed with money and little refreshments
in their cars and wardrobes and all

Don't you
Those of hot air
They need warfare
To 'em.

Animals
and forks that glare
Never those staring humans
the worst
Especially when hungry.

Animals
Knives and so bare
Never trust those staring
Being the
Especially when hungry
They each other hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
Fat and pompous, they crush their only to the floor
Aren't you glad that I told you them?
Aren't you glad you never evolved up any