"Mechanical Animals"
We were neurophobic
And perfect
The day that we lost our souls
Maybe we werent so human
If we cry we will rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and
As hollow as the o in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
But theyll never be good to you
Or bad to you
Theyll never be anything
Anything at all
You were my mechanical bride
Phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You automatic and
As hollow as the o in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
But theyll never be good to you
Or bad to you
Theyll never be anything
Anything at all
This isnt me Im not mechanical
Im just a boy
Playing the suicide king
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All simple monkeys with alien babies
Amphetamines for boys
And crucifixes for ladies
Sampled and soulless
Worldwide and real webbed
You sell all the living
For more safer dead
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all the we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them bed
God is the tv
1,000 mothers are praying for it
We're so full of hope
And so full of shit
Build a new god
To medicate and to ape
Sell us ersatz
Dressed up and real fake
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all the we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them bed
God is the tv
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all the we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them bed
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The Beautiful People/The Horrible People
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)
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