I don't want you and I don't need youdon'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 treesyou can't smellyour 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 motherfuckerthat's in your way
the worms will live in every hostit's hard to pick which one they eat most
the horrible people, the horrible people
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeplecapitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascismwill take it away(chorus) |