Lyrics:Obscene Procession

by Andy Partridge

Fuzzy Warbles Vol. 2 version:

Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession? Clad in fox fur or khaki, 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 oh...   Don't you love them? They make life hell here and pray there's heaven above 'em. Can't you smell 'em in obscene procession? Stink of bacon, defoliant, fear and small cigars. Whiffs of semen and adulterous confession mixed with money and those little air fresheners hung in their cars and wardrobes and oh...   Don't you hate. So full of hot air. They need some warfare to deflate 'em. Animals beware knives and forks that glare Never trust those caring 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 them? Aren't you glad that you never evolved up any more?

Jules Verne's Sketchbook version:

Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession? Clad in fox fur or khaki, 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 oh...   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, defoliant, fear and small cigars Whiffs of semen, adulterous confessions, Mixed with money and those little air fresheners Hung in their cars and wardrobes and oh...   Don't you hate. So full of hot air They need their warfare To deflate 'em. Animals beware Knives and forks that glare Never trust those caring 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?