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    "Ugliness" Lyrics

    Iggy Pop

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    Ugly
    Ahhhhhhhooooooooooooo
    Uglyyyy!
    C'mon! Yeah! hey! all right
    You got an ugly ass guy,
    He got a problem with his dick.
    You got a song with no soul,
    Fucking don't mean a thing.
    He got an ugly bouzy house,
    He got a girlfriend on T.V,
    That girl's something,
    He can't sing for shit.

    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 dog face chic,
    With basketball tit's.
    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.
    This is my description of an ugliness.
    Ugliness

    They got the chics, The money cars and all,
    but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls.
    They got the chics, The money cars and all,
    but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls.

    They got a fungus on their dick,
    They got bald heads and tupe's,
    They're in total control,
    Total fucking 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 car the money house and all,
    but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls.
    You see the cocksuckers on MTV, And they ain't even got a good CD.

    Ugliness
    Ugliness
    Ugliness

    Ugliness
    This song was submitted on May 25th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Iggy Pop, Whitey Kirst, Whitney Kirst.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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