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The nobodies

Today I'm dirty
And I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know that I'm just dirt
Today I'm dirty
And I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know that I'm just dirt
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty
And I wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
Yesterday I was dirty
And I wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day
Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen
The ratings that day

Nah nah nah nah naah
Nah nah nah nah naah
Nah nah nah nah naah
Nah nah nah naah

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

Ничто

Сегодня я в грязи валялся,
И все ж хочу я милым быть.
Но кем бы вам не представлялся,
В отбросах завтра буду плыть.

Припев:
Мы все - никто, и все мечтаем
Хоть кем-то после смерти стать.
Ничтожны все, я это знаю.
Им - предстоит еще узнать.

Вчера я вновь в грязи валялся,
Но так хотел я милым быть.
Все больше в мысли утверждался,
В отбросах вечно буду плыть.

Здесь дети умерли вчера,
И мы молились в иссуплении.
А телерейтинг - лишь игра.
Но он пошел на повышение

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The Beautiful People

And I don't want ya, and I don't need ya,
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat ya,
It's not your fault that you're always wrong,
The weak ones are there, 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...
...And on your knees!

There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every other hater that's in your way!

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean.

ahhhhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhhh

The worms will live, in every host,
It's hard to pick which one they'll eat the most

The horrible people, the horrible people,
It's all atomic as the size of your steeple,
Capitalisim, has made it this way,
Old-Fashion facisim will take it away.

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean.

There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every other hater that's in your way!

The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people!

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean,

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean,

The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people.

Прекрасные Люди

Вы не нужны мне, я вас не хочу
Не сопротивляйтесь, я вас замочу.
Что вы не такие - не ваша беда
Но сильный правее чем слабый всегда.
Прекрасные люди, прекрасные люди.
Заботитесь только о хрене на блюде.
Не видите лес ни в деревьях, ни между,
И пятна дерьма на своей же одежде.

Эй ты, что видишь вокруг?
Честь и совесть, не так ли, мой друг?
Эй, кем ты пытаешься быть?
Живя с обезьянами трудно не выть.

Некогда думать, кто здесь виноват,
Единственный путь - ненавидь всех подряд.

И каждого черви в земле будут жрать,
Не разбирая, кто прав, кто не прав.
Ужасные люди, ужасные люди,
Вот вам анатомия хрена на блюде.
И всё это сделал ваш капитализм,
Чтоб с этим бороться, вам нужен фашизм.

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