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 motherf***er 
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)