20th Century Fucks - The Beautiful People

Maybe you were born with it
Or at least your daddy was
You were always gunning for a place on the stage
Maybe you're the subject of TV and magazines but
I wouldn't object to kissing the page
Everybody's trying to check it out check it out
Everybody's craning to see you
Everybody's trying to figure out figure out
How everybody's going to be you
All the beautiful people
Got nothing to look at
Got nothing to see
All the beautiful people
If you're so lucky
Why you looking at me
All the beautiful people
You're something to look at
You're something to see
Oh you beautiful people in a world so ugly
Who you trying to please
Maybe you're a martyr for us giving up your images
To rekindle our belief in God
Maybe you're a missionary living with the masses just to
Spread word of your near perfect jaw
Everybody's trying to check it out check it out
Everybody's craning to see you
Everybody's trying to figure out figure out
If everybody's going to be you
All the beautiful people
Got nothing to look at
Got nothing to see
All the beautiful people
If you're so lucky
Why you looking at me
All the beautiful people
You're something to look at
You're something to see
Oh you beautiful people in a world so ugly
Who you trying to please
Does it get lonely up at the top
It's lonely at the bottom sometimes
If I could I'd like to visit you
But I don't think I'd survive the climb
Someday you will go back to the planet you came from
The nightly news will sob and say goodnight
Wish bon voyage to our God's second hotter son
And pray for your return with all their might
All the beautiful people
You got nothing to look at
You got nothing to see
All the beautiful people
If you're so lucky
Why you lookin' at me
All the beautiful people
You're something to look at
You're something to see
Oh you beautiful people in a world so ugly
Who you trying to please

Written by:
Harry Rackmil

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