The Beautiful People
And I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist,or 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,
And 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?
If you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat the most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's all anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned facism will take it away
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
Tiny Tim
Non Album Tracks
Tip-Toe Thru The Tulips With Me
Tip-toe to the window, by the window,
That is where I'll be,
Come tip-toe thru the tulips with me.
Tip-toe from you pillow, to the shadow
Of a willow tree,
And Tip-toe thru the tulips with me.
Knee deep in flowers we'll stray;
We'll keep the showers away.
And if I kiss you, in the garden, in the moonlight,
Will you pardon me?
Come tip-toe thru the tulips with me.