"The Beautiful People"
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, 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 from the trees
And you can't smell your own sh*t on your knees
There's no time to discriminate
Hate every motherf**ker in your way!
Hey, you, what'd you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey, you, arе you trying to be mean?
If you live with apеs man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one ate the most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's all as anatomic as the size of your steeple