I could have read A poem called Ozymandias To her instead I lived for the moment It was a futile Gesture anyway I was here And she was here And being broad Of minds and hips We did the only Thing possible I guess I shouldn't have strangled her to death But I had to go to work And she had laced my coffee with acid Normally I wouldn't have minded But I'm allergic to sulphuric acid Besides, she had acne And if you've got acne Well, I apologise for disliking it intensely But it's understandable That ugly people have got complexes I mean, it seems to me That ugly people don't have a chance It's only the children Or the fucking wealthy Who turn out to be good-looking An ugly fart Attracts a good-looking chick If he's got money An ugly fart Attracts a good-looking chick If he's got money An ugly fart Attracts a good-looking chick If he's got money It's different for Jews somehow I'd like to see A passionate Film between The two ugliest People in the world When I say ugly I don't mean rough looking I mean hideous Don't tell me that Aesthetics are Subjective, you Know all the truth When you see it Whatever it is Muscle Power, muscle Power, muscle Power, muscle Power