and i don't want ya,
and i don't need ya.
don't bother to resist,
or i'll beat ya.
it's not your fault,
taht your always wrong.
the weak ones fallen,
to 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,
and your can't smell your own shit,
on your knees..
a manson classic, the beautiful people.. cum on, show some life