Testo The Beautiful People

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 ther 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,
and you can't smell your own s___ on your knees
There's no time to discriminate,
hate every m____er that's in your way

Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are trying to be mean?
if you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean

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 (chorus)