THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
I don't want and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist,I'll beat you
It's not your fault that your always wrong
The weak ones are here to justify the strong
The Beautiful People,The Beautiful People,
It's all realitive to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest for the trees,
And you can't smell
Your own Shit on your knees
Hey you, what do you see?
Something Beautiful,Something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes,man,It's hard to be clean
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every MotherFucker
That's in your way
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat the most
The horrible people, The horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fasism
will take it away
(chorus)