And I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, Or 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 steaple
you can't see the forest from the trees
and you can't smell your own shit on your knees
There's a time to discriminate,
every mother fucker that's in your way
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
(ohhh)
(ohhh)
the worms will live in every host
it's hard to tell which one ate the most
the horrible people, the horrible people
it's all anatomic as the size of your steaple
capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascism
will take it away
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
There's a time to discriminate,
every mother fucker that's in your way
HEY! HEY! (repeat 4x)
The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People(ohhh)
The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People(ohhh)
The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People(ohhh)
The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People(ohhh)
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People
The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People
The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People
The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People
Eu não quero você e eu não preciso de você
Não tente se opor, baterei em você
Não é sua culpa estar sempre errado
Os fracos estão aí para justificar os fortes
As pessoas bonitas, as pessoas bonitas
É tudo relativo ao tamanho
Da torre da sua igreja
Você não pode ver a floresta para as árvores
Você não sente o cheiro
Da sua própria merda nos seus joelhos
Ei, você, o que você vê?
Algo bonito? Algo livre?
Ei, você, está tentando dizer algo?
Se você vive com macacos, cara,
É difícil estar limpo
Não há tempo para discriminar
Odiar todos os filhos da puta
Que estão no seu caminho
Os vermes viverão em cada hospedeiro
É difícil dizer qual eles comerão mais
As pessoas horríveis, as pessoas horríveis
É tão anatômico quando o tamanho
Da torre de sua igreja
O capitalismo deixou as coisas desse jeito
Facismo fora de moda
Vai acabar com isso
