High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine

shaking their bits to the hits,

Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suite 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 too 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