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)