Ugliness lyrics
by Iggy Pop
Ugly
Owww!
Ugly
Come on!
Yea!
You got an ugly ass guy
He got a problem with his di*k
He got a song with no soul
f*cking don't mean a thing
He got an ugly bougie house
He got a girlfriend on TV
That girl's something
He can't sing for sh*t
And I'm trying to be a person
But they all say I'm worthless
I'm trying to be a person
But they all make me nervous
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
You got a dogface chick
With basketball tits
Porno sucks
That's the truth of it
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys
In a wrestling uniform
Trying to fake they're playing music
They ought to be killed
And I'm trying to be a person
But they all say I'm worthless
I'm trying to be a person
But they all say I'm worthless
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
Ugliness
They got the chicks, the money, cars, and all
But they ain't got no motherf*ckin' balls
They got the chicks, the money, cars, and all
But they ain't got no motherf*ckin' balls
They got a fungus on their di*k
They got bald heads and toupees
They're in total control, total f*cking control
They're even parked in my space
You got a song with no soul
No truth, no love
Because the music sucks
That's why little kids blow up
Everybody needs a gun
To express feelings
That should be expressed
By a real musician
And I'm trying to be a person
But they all say I'm worthless
I'm trying to be a person
But they all say I'm worthless
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
They got the cars, the money, cars, and all
But they ain't got no motherf*ckin' balls
You see the c*cksuckers on MTV
And they ain't even got a good CD
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness