The Beautiful People

I don't want you and I don't need you

don't bother to resist, I'll beat you

It's not your fault that you're always wrong

the weak ones are there to justify the strong

the beautiful people, the beautiful people

it's all relative to the size of your steeple

you can't see the forest for the trees

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 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 fascism will take it away