The Golden Rule

Oooh, he hit you in the sex hard
 But pretty pictures and the baby steps
 Oooh, he hit you with the small words
 Easy going down, easy to forget
 Oooh, he hit you where it hurts the most
 In a place that it would never show
 Oooh, he hit you with a silent death
 You were asleep for that, no one cares about
 Oooh, he hit you with a simple plan
 A memory that you had never had
 He hit you with a word that you don't understand
 Until you strike the pain
 Then everything different was bad
 I don't care about the words you say
 I don't care about the things you do
 I don't care if you like it or not
 We both know I am better than you
 Pretty makes everything better
 Pretty makes everything clean
 Pretty makes everything a little bit easier
 Pretty makes not pretty look pretty fucking obscene
 It doesn't matter who your daddy is
 It doesn't matter where you went to school
 It doesn't matter how much money you make
 I will always be... (You will always be...)
 Oooh, yeah, it kind of sucks to be you, mmmm
 I will always be the first in line
 I will always be the last to hurt
 I'm a game that you will never win
 I'm a disease for which there is no cure
 I'm a white guy
 I am the king of the world
 Power makes everything better
 Power makes it all worthwhile
 Power makes people do exactly what you want 'em to
 Power makes it all look black and white (black and white)
 Oooh, money makes everything better (better)
 Money makes the golden rule
 Money makes everything easier
 Money makes me better than you