Alex Xenophon - As Pessoas Bonitas
The Beautiful People
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 that you're always wrong,
The weak ones are there, 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!
There's no time to discriminate,
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?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean.
ahhhhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhhh
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 all atomic as the size of your steeple,
Capitalism, has made it this way,
Old-Fashioned facisim will take it away.
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
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 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?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean,
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
As Pessoas Bonitas
Eu não quero você e eu não preciso de você
Não tente se opor, baterei em você
Não é sua culpa estar sempre errado
Os fracos estão aí para justificar os fortes
As pessoas bonitas, as pessoas bonitas
É tudo relativo ao tamanho
Da torre da sua igreja
Você não pode ver a floresta para as árvores
Você não sente o cheiro
Da sua própria merda nos seus joelhos
Ei, você, o que você vê?
Algo bonito? Algo livre?
Ei, você, está tentando dizer algo?
Se você vive com macacos, cara,
É difícil estar limpo
Não há tempo para discriminar
Odiar todos os filhos da puta
Que estão no seu caminho
Os vermes viverão em cada hospedeiro
É difícil dizer qual eles comerão mais
As pessoas horríveis, as pessoas horríveis
É tão anatômico quando o tamanho
Da torre de sua igreja
O capitalismo deixou as coisas desse jeito
Facismo fora de moda
Vai acabar com isso
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