Lyrics Rob Zombie – Behold! The Pretty Filthy Creatures

«Largely because of his endorsement of shocking sexual practices, as a prerequisite to salvation»

One, Two, Three, Four!

Yeah, masters of pan-robot baby
Use it lose it, yes I can

M-m-m-m-m-m-momma
M-m-m-m-m-m-shut your mouth
M-m-m-m-m-m-momma
M-m-m-m-m-m-shut your mouth
Yeah shut your mouth

Yeah, masters of pan-robot baby
Swing around the room from a plastic fan
S.O.Bs and beat up children
You don’t need the breeches, little muffin man

Aah look at these creatures
Yeah Filthy Creatures
God you look so pretty
Yeah wicked in the city

Ah, move it like vultures
So high like vultures
But you look so pretty
And wicked in the city

Yeah, masters of pan-robot baby
Howling’s got a big glass hand
Captain Bean, a giant’s child
Clinging to the sound of a righteous tell

M-m-m-m-m-m-momma
M-m-m-m-m-m-shut your mouth
M-m-m-m-m-m-momma

Aah look at these creatures
Yeah Filthy Creatures
God you look so pretty
Yeah Wicked in the city

Ah, move it like vultures
So high like vultures
But you look so pretty
Yeah wicked in the city