The Beautiful People

Marylin Manson

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