Welcome To Plainfield Tobe Hooper Lyrics - No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical - Showbread

That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles 

Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic 

Echoing in hollow fruit are orders sent with love to you 

To serve a will more shallow still than paramecium 

Ill bet your hands are beautiful 

Im sure your head is beautiful 

But the world is ugly 

The world is ugly and its true 

Ill bet your hands are beautiful 

Im sure your head is beautiful 

But the world is ugly 

The world is ugly even after you 

Invertebrates now contemplate your lavishing and humble service 

All set to hide behind the guise that this empty thing cant hurt us 

Sensationalized for virgin eyes, its graphic, its disturbing 

And its worse still to think its real, degrading and unnerving 

Ill bet your hands are beautiful 

Im sure your head is beautiful 

But the world is ugly 

So the world is ugly even after you 

Ill bet your hands are beautiful 

Im sure your head is beautiful 

But the world is ugly 

The world is ugly and its true 

Ill bet your hands are beautiful 

Im sure your head is beautiful 

But the world is ugly 

The world is ugly even after you