The Beautiful People

I might have want you, I might have need you
Don't bother to resist or beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there just to further strengthen, oh

The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest or the trees
You can't smell your own shit on your knees, oh

There's no time to discriminate
You can't hate every motherfucker that's in your way

Hey, you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
Live with this, man, it's hard to be clean, oh

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The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people

The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
Live with this, man, it's hard to be clean, oh