Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our looseness,
But we'e trash, you and me,
We'e the litter on the breeze,
We'e the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...
Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
The words we'e heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we'e had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our sweetness,
High on diesels and gasolines,
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits
Drag acts, drugs and suicides
In your dad's suits you hide
Staining his name again
Cracked up, shacked up, 22
Psycho for sex and glue
Lost it Bostick, yeah
Shaved heads, raves heads, on the pill
Got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs
[Chorus]
Here they come, the beautiful ones
The beautiful ones - la la la la
Here they come, the beautiful ones
The beautiful ones - la la la la
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Here they come, the beautiful ones
The beautiful ones - la la la la
Here they come, the beautiful ones
The beautiful ones Ohhhhh
[Bridge 1]
You don't think about it
You don't do without it
Because you're beautiful
[Bridge 2]
And If your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me x3
I blame @stygal and the libertines...!