Beautiful People

Come and hear the funeral marchin'

Maybe this is your suicide

Maybe this is more pure

Pure and simple

Maybe this is all I have for

Home, home, home, daddy

Why have all your beautiful people,

Brushed you on down, down

Brushed you on down

Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah

Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah

Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah

Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah

Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah

Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah.

I saw the shame inside your addiction.

Hatin' to see what was passed on by

I saw the shame and wondered why

I should live and die.

Leave a note and tell me

Leave a note and tell me why

Leave a note and tell me

Leave a note and tell me why

Why have all your beautiful people,

Brushed you on down, down

Brushed you on down

Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah

Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah

Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah

Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah

Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah

Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah.