The Golden Rule

Oooh, he hit you in the sex hard

But pretty pictures and the baby steps

Oooh, he hit you with the small words

Easy going down, easy to forget

Oooh, he hit you where it hurts the most

In a place that it would never show

Oooh, he hit you with a silent death

You were asleep for that, no one cares about

Oooh, he hit you with a simple plan

A memory that you had never had

He hit you with a word that you don’t understand

Until you strike the pain

Then everything different was bad

I don’t care about the words you say

I don’t care about the things you do

I don’t care if you like it or not

We both know I am better than you

Pretty makes everything better

Pretty makes everything clean

Pretty makes everything a little bit easier

Pretty makes not pretty look pretty fucking obscene

It doesn’t matter who your daddy is

It doesn’t matter where you went to school

It doesn’t matter how much money you make

I will always be… (You will always be…)

Oooh, yeah, it kind of sucks to be you, mmmm

I will always be the first in line

I will always be the last to hurt

I’m a game that you will never win

I’m a disease for which there is no cure

I’m a white guy

I am the king of the world

Power makes everything better

Power makes it all worthwhile

Power makes people do exactly what you want ‘em to

Power makes it all look black and white (black and white)

Oooh, money makes everything better (better)

Money makes the golden rule

Money makes everything easier

Money makes me better than you