"Beautiful Ones" as written by Brett Anderson and Richard Oakes....
High on diesel and gasoline
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits, oh oh
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides
In your dad's suits you hide
Staining his name again
Cracked up, stacked up, twenty-two
Psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to Bostik, yeah
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill
Got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs, oh
Here they come
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
La la la la
Here they come
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
La la la la la
La la, loved up, doved up, hung around
Stoned in a lonely town
Shaking their meat to the beat
High on diesel and gasoline
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits, oh
Here they come
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
La la la la
Here they come
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
Oh, you don't think about it
You don't do without it
Because you're beautiful, yeah yeah
And if your baby's are going crazy
That's how you made me, la la
And if your baby's are going crazy
That's how you made me, woah oh
And if your baby's are going crazy
That's how you made me
La la la la la
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits, oh oh
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides
In your dad's suits you hide
Staining his name again
Cracked up, stacked up, twenty-two
Psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to Bostik, yeah
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill
Got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs, oh
Here they come
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
La la la la
Here they come
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
La la la la la
La la, loved up, doved up, hung around
Stoned in a lonely town
Shaking their meat to the beat
High on diesel and gasoline
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits, oh
Here they come
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
La la la la
Here they come
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
Oh, you don't think about it
You don't do without it
Because you're beautiful, yeah yeah
And if your baby's are going crazy
That's how you made me, la la
And if your baby's are going crazy
That's how you made me, woah oh
And if your baby's are going crazy
That's how you made me
La la la la la
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
La la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la, oh
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"Beautiful Ones" as written by Brett Lewis Anderson Richard John Oakes
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It also talks about getting into bands and gangs. I dunno maybe rich kids hang round in gangs but that kind of activity has always seemed to be a last resort for lack of nething else to do u hang out in parks getting drunk on cheap booze.
It all seems quite low class cos its talking about not fancy bars and trendy clubs but raving. And shaving ur head well skinheads aren't really higly rated in social scales.
But to be honest I dunno I've just always thought it was about living like where I live. Not posh ppl. I've always thought it was just about being young and fucked up and the beauty that comes with youth even if its all a mess. And the bit about "and if your babys going crazy.." is just saying mum and dad its ur fault I'm wasting my life away.
So in short, I think Perfect Wh()re nailed it.
But rather, growing up in a small town, nothing to do but get into gangs, bands or just be stoned. Then seeing 'the beautiful ones'. Upper city twats who had a better town and better start to life, who just make you crazy, because they feel like they've got the same problems as you.
I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with THIS, or any generation in particular.