Pretty People - Shaman's Harvest, Clint Lowery

Bring in the animals, yeah

The kind you ain’t gonna tame will ya, baby?

You’re caught in a cage

You lost the difference between pleasure and pain

(But ain’t you pretty)

You want the world and its soul (You want it)

Devour and bury the bones

But your vanity comes with a price

That you don’t pay

Settle down, wear it out

I swear I hate the pretty people

Burn down the false idols, oh yeah

The darling ones and the fetish babies

Did you lose the rage

That put you up on top this arrogant stage?

(And you deserve it 'cause you’re so fucking pretty)

You want the world and its soul (You want it)

Devour and bury the bones

But your vanity comes with a price

That you don’t pay

Settle down, wear it out

I swear I hate the pretty people

Settle down, wear it out

I swear I hate the pretty people

What a catching affliction

Don’t you need the attention

Oh, the lengths that you’ll go to

Just so everyone loves you

(But they love you 'cause you’re pretty)

You want the world and its soul (You want it)

Devour and bury the bones

But your vanity comes with a price

That you don’t pay

Settle down, wear it out

I swear I hate the pretty people

Settle down, wear it out

I swear I hate the pretty people

Oh, the lengths that you’ll go to

So they’ll love you

Settle down, wear it out

I swear I hate the pretty people