The news is full of crime
And people love to hear it
They hang on every line
Even though they fear it
As long as it is someone else
Who’s suffering the pain
They’ll suck their beer and belch
And watch the blood pour like it’s rain

But people tell me why it’s so
When a man kills his pregnant wife
It becomes a prime time show
If they’re living in the high life
They change the channel just like that
When their drowning in the ninth ward
But they’re hypnotized by some cat
Who killed a beauty queen in his yard

I can tell you what I think
But the news just won’t admit it
Oooooo pretty people did it
Yeh, oooooo pretty people did it

Seems murder only last a minute
When it’s poor or red or black
They always have a way to spin it
When the big chiefs get bushwacked
If your child goes missing you got to know
You better put out some fliers
Unless your rolling in the dough
You won’t get much help through the wires

Here’s a news flash here’s the scoop
Here is why your story bit it
Ooooo pretty people did it

Maybe I’m crazy
Maybe I’m blind
Cause I can’t understand
The kind of mind

That kills for God
Or money or the land
It just seems odd
To take that kind of stand

Some on the East side
Some on the West
Who think that somehow
Their way is best

But there are some
There in the middle
Who’s lives have come
To mean so little

[Chorus:]
You can preach all you want to
And make up forever more
I know you want to walk into
Another world
But I don’t see no Beautiful Door

I can’t help myself
I like this place
And leavings not a thing
I want to face

But those who wanna go
Knock yourselves out
Just don’t take those
Who don’t care about

Your power dreams
And your golden gates
Cause I hear their screams
As you deal their fates

You’ll never kill this world
But I am afraid
That you’ll take away
Those you said God made

[Chorus:]
You can preach all you want to
And make up forever more
I know you want to walk
Into another world
But I don’t see no Beautiful Door

I know you want to walk
Into another world
But I don’t see no Beautiful Door

You say you want to talk
About a better world
But you’ve closed that Beautiful Door

Purple passion in the glove box
Under a map
And a couple of joints and some
Dentyne under my cap

As a general rule
I don?t monkey around with toys
But she needed more than you could get

She said, “I?ll never see you again”
At least you could grant me a wish

We?ll drink purple passion
We?ll drink purple passion
We?ll drink purple passion
?Til we?re black and blue

She pulled out a night stick
A placed it into my hand
She said, “You?re the cop, baby”