This is the eighth track of the album "Rattus Norvegicus", which was released
in 1977.
Ugly
I could have read a poem called
Ozymandias to her instead.
I lived for the moment,
It was a futile gesture anyway,
I was here and she was here,
And being broad of minds and hips,
We did the only thing possible.
I guess I shouldn't have strangled her to death,
But I had to go to work,
And she had laced my coffee with acid.
Normally I wouldn't have minded,
But I'm allergic to sulphuric acid.
Besides, she had acne,
And if you've got acne,
Well, I apologise for disliking you intensely,
But it's understandable
That ugly people have got complexes.
I mean, it seems to me
That ugly people don't have a chance.
It's only the children
Of the fucking wealthy
Who turn out to be good looking.
An ugly fart attracts a good looking chick
If he's got money.
An ugly fart attracts a good looking chick
If he's got money.
An ugly fart attracts a good looking chick
If he's got money.
It's different for Jews somehow.
I'd like to see a passionate film between
The two ugliest people in the world.
When I say ugly I don't mean rough looking,
I mean hideous.
Don't tell me that aesthetics are subjective,
You know all the truth
When you see it,
Whatever it is.
Muscle power!
Muscle power!
Muscle power!
Muscle power!
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