Lyrics to The Beautiful People (WWE Remix)
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 your 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 forests for the trees,
and you can't smell your own shit on your knees.
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 your always wrong,
the weak ones are there to justify the strong.
The beautiful people, the beautiful people.
It's all relative to the size are your steeple.
You can't see the forests for the trees,
and you can't smell your own shit on your knees.
There's no time to discriminate,
hate every mother-f*cker that's in your way.
Hey you!
What do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you!
Are you trying to be mean?
If you live with ape's man, it's hard to be clean.
The worms will live in every host,
It's hard to pick which one they'll eat the 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.
Hey you!
What do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you!
Are you trying to be mean?
If you live with ape's man, it's hard to be clean.
There's no time to discriminate,
hate every mother-f*cker that's in your way.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, The beautiful people
Don't bother to resist or i'll beat you.
It's not your fault that your 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 forests for the trees,
and you can't smell your own shit on your knees.
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 your always wrong,
the weak ones are there to justify the strong.
The beautiful people, the beautiful people.
It's all relative to the size are your steeple.
You can't see the forests for the trees,
and you can't smell your own shit on your knees.
There's no time to discriminate,
hate every mother-f*cker that's in your way.
Hey you!
What do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you!
Are you trying to be mean?
If you live with ape's man, it's hard to be clean.
The worms will live in every host,
It's hard to pick which one they'll eat the 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.
Hey you!
What do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you!
Are you trying to be mean?
If you live with ape's man, it's hard to be clean.
There's no time to discriminate,
hate every mother-f*cker that's in your way.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, The beautiful people
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