To us, the beautiful! And to those who disagree, may their eyes fall out We all want something beautiful We all want something to yell to the crowd about And I got something that'll make you yell it loud I only dream about the fights and the frustrations Names for the nameless And how to shame the shameless The devil is an author Tries to edit every page Interrupts the entrances Steals the stage light The devil's not an author Only edits what is there Carnal acts and charnel ends Nobody cares To us, the beautiful! And to those who disagree, may their eyes fall out We all want something radical We all want something to scream and shout about I want something that'll make me yell it loud Like: Money's not the root of evil It's the dowsing rod of evil Finds your true self and brings it to the surface Gives it a face Gives it purpose To us, the beautiful! And to those who disagree, may their eyes fall out We all want something meaningful, but casual and sensual and juvenile But actually valuable, fanatical, palpable and tangible and tragic We just want to be magic We just want to be magic