The Beautiful People - By The Stranger/SAZ

     Oh, the sun shines bright on the beautiful people.  Watch as
they play with the stars and laugh at the moon.  Do the beautiful
people cry?  I don't believe so.  For what worries can there be
in their make believe world?
     For the others, the "losers" if you will, time goes by slowly,
like a razor cutting into the skin.  The beautiful people escape
time, they mock it.  Life is in their hands.  They possess the
future.  The losers feel life emptying their lungs of air.
     And the beautiful people dance in the wind.  They float
across air while keeping an eye on their reflection.  Do the
beautiful people dream or do they not have a reason too?  They
live a dream, a dream of fantasy and wonder. 
     Run my children, for the losers are coming.  The beautiful
people never mix.  That's a sin against their gracious God. 
Children, hide your eyes, never look at what you may become.  Let
us tell you how you will be and that way you will at least feel
that at one time you had a chance to live. 
     Beautiful people stay away, the losers despise you, you
know.  They talk behind your back with words that would draw
blood.  But inside they cry and the tears sometimes show like
rain before the snow.
     Oh the beautiful people. Look at them next to the sun, the
light shining in their hearts.  One day the losers will take no
more pain and when the blade scratches across your fairy tale
eyes, you tell me beautiful people, if you cry.  For I will drink
your tears and suck the life from your soul.  And the beauty will
live no more.  

(c) 1994 The Stranger/SAZ