I don't want you and I
don't need you

don't bother to resist,
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 all relative to the
size of your steeple

you can't see the
forest for the trees

you can't smell

your own shit on your
knees

Hey you, what do you
see?

something beautiful,
something free?

hey you, are you trying
to be mean?

if you live with apes
man, it's hard to be
clean

there's no time to
discriminate,

hate every
motherfucker

that's in your way

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)