The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
The beautiful ones, high on diesel and gasoline Beautiful, you don t do without it
In your dad s suits you hide, la la la la la la la
shaking their meat to the beat
Shaved heads, la la la la la la la Ones, stoned in a lonely town
That s how you made me, la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la, lost it to bostik
La la la la la, staining his name again, psycho for sex and glue
The beautiful ones, that s how you made me, shaking their bits to the hits
Here they come, and if your baby s going crazy
La la la la la, psycho for sex and glue
La la la la la la la, in your dad s suits you hide, staining his name again
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la Ones, psycho for drum machine
High on diesel and gasoline, the beautiful ones, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits, the beautiful ones
and if your baby s going crazy
Lost it to bostik, psycho for drum machine
you don t think about it
La la la la la la la, here they come
la la la la la la
La la la la la la, here they come, here they come
shaking their bits to the hits
Psycho for drum machine, staining his name again
Here they come, and if your baby s going crazy The, because you re beautiful
Staining his name again, la la la la la, psycho for drum machine
The beautiful ones, lost it to bostik, got too much time to kill
And if your baby s going crazy, lost it to bostik
the beautiful ones
you don t think about it
The beautiful ones, and if your baby s going crazy, psycho for drum machine
the beautiful ones
Here they come, the beautiful ones, you don t do without it
The beautiful ones, shaved heads The, and if your baby s going crazy
La la la la la la, that s how you made me Ones, the beautiful ones
Lost it to bostik, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
here they come
psycho for drum machine
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah,
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
get into bands and gangs,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones.
You don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la...
I found it quite interesting looking up the meaning for this song. A lot of places say it is kind of mocking the culture of young people at the time and all of the stupid stuff they do. But the song reminds me of an experiment I remember reading about. It was an experiment on the effects of overpopulation in mice. Once this enclosure that all the mice were kept reached a certain "overcrowded-ness" these male mice stopped fighting and courting the female mice . They just ate, drank and slept. The researcher called them "the beautiful ones" because they didn't have any scars and were so well groomed because they didn't do anything. And this is what I think of when I listen to this songs. All of the habits of young people today(or back then, but not that different to be honest) described in the song fit quite well with the beautiful ones in the experiment. Funny how the song is called beautiful ones, as well.
"Beautiful Ones"
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah,
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
get into bands and gangs,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones.
You don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me