Beautiful People

Oh it’s me, or it’s you
I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist me, or 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 as anatomic as the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest, for all the trees
And you can't smell your own shit, on your knees
And I said, hey, you, what do you see?
Something that’s beautiful, something that’s free
And I said hey, you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with the apes, then it's hard to be clean
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way
And old-fashioned fascism will get in the way
And I said, hey, you, what do you see?
Something that’s beautiful, something that’s free
And I said hey, you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with the apes, then it's hard to be clean
Oh it’s me, or it’s you
And I said, hey, you, what do you see?
Something that’s beautiful, something that’s free
And I said hey, you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with the apes, then it's hard to be clean
To be clean