Текст песни Flatmate - Vore Complex
Here's
a
joke,
it's
very
funny
Why
did
the
hedgehog
cross
the
road?
A
destruction
of
habitat,
human
predation
Loss
of
food
sources
and
deforestation
All
under
the
gaze
of
an
uncaring
nation
Much
like
the
case
of
the
poor
old
bunny
He
crossed
the
road
to
see
his
flat
mate
(Maybe
I
should
have
stopped
there
but
fuck
it)
Blood,
bones
everywhere,
what
a
state
The
limp
little
fella
had
kicked
the
bucket
He
was
quite
unaware
of
the
driving
mandate
For
turning
hedgehogs
into
pancakes
So
he
looked
at
the
corpse
of
the
friend
he
had
loved
Then
something
deep
down
inside
of
him
cracked
He
cursed
at
the
cold,
empty
sky
up
above
And
laughed
manically
as
he
planned
his
attack
To
reap
revenge
for
the
woodland
races
And
wipe
that
smile
off
those
bastards'
faces
So
the
traumatized
hedgehog,
we'll
call
him
Harry
Went
to
Derrick
the
gangster
dormouse
to
buy
an
AK47
Picked
up
all
the
ammunition
he
could
carry
And
wondered
if
there
are
hedgehog
virgins
in
heaven
As
he
left
Derrick
thrust
him
grenades
and
some
mines
And
slunk
off
to
his
safehouse
high
up
in
the
pines
So
with
bile
in
his
heart
Harry
stomped
to
the
road
With
the
butt
of
his
weapon
he
bashed
a
school
coach
Unleashed
a
full
clip
and
then
paused
to
reload
As
the
children
fled
out,
then
stepped
up
his
approach
Chucking
his
pineapples
right
at
them,
boom!
Another
pre-teener
sent
straight
for
the
moon
Some
elderly
ladies
out
for
a
nice
drive
Had
rather
poor
eyesight
and
got
in
a
muddle
Wildlife
Trust
members
for
all
of
their
lives
But
this
wasn't
a
mammal
they
needed
to
cuddle
Three
sets
of
false
teeth
and
a
Zimmer
frame
Was
all
that
was
left
of
those
sorry
old
dames
A
group
of
monks
headed
to
pray
at
a
shrine
With
souls
full
of
joy
at
the
wonder
of
God
When
their
minibus
triggered
an
anti-tank
mine
It
turns
out
the
Almighty's
a
bit
of
a
sod
Well,
a
nice
loud
explosion
and
off
they
go
Just
a
fine
mist
of
body
fat
falling
like
snow
Vietnam
on
the
highway,
the
tarmac
was
slippy
With
claret
and
Harry
was
blood-mad
and
grinning
Dog-walkers,
ramblers,
and
day-tripping
hippies
All
turned
into
puddles
of
goo
for
their
sinning
When
all
of
a
sudden
he
saw
a
crashed
van
And
snuffled
in
closer,
with
rifle
in
hand
Being
an
nocturnal,
ground-feeding
insectivore
He
couldn't
afford
to
get
much
education
Knew
how
to
eat
worms
and
dig
burrows
in
straw
But
didn't
get
ideas
above
his
station
So
the
van's
acronym,
'RSPCA'
Did
not
cause
him
a
great
deal
of
doubt
or
dismay
But
when
he
climbed
up
and
peered
inside
That
fan
in
his
head
got
drowned
under
shit
For
the
love
of
his
life,
his
hedgehog
bride
And
his
two
little
piglets
were
shredded
to
bits
A
tiny
pink
hand
of
his
oldest
son,
Paddy
Gripped
a
birthday
card
reading
'We
Love
You
Daddy'
They
were
moving
house
to
a
big,
new
wood
But
kept
it
secret
as
a
special
surprise
He
stopped,
and
sniffled,
and
he
understood
And
stared
a
long
time
at
those
blank,
dead
eyes
By
the
time
the
road
coppers
arrived
from
the
nick
Harry
was
face
down
in
a
pile
of
sick
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