Beautiful People

Come and hear the funeral marching

Maybe this is your suicide

Maybe this is more pure

Pure than simple

Maybe this is all I have for home

Why have all beautiful people

Brushed you on down, down?

And brushed you on down?

I saw the shame inside your addiction

Waitin' to see what was passed on by

I saw the shame and wondered why

I should live and die

Leave a note and tell me

Leave a note and tell me why