The freaks and I
The freaks and I
We go out in the night
The freaks and I
The freaks and I
We pretend to blend in
Among the electric light
Blessed with lungs to laugh
Blessed with teeth to nash
Blessed with drugs that come on hard and fast
We're alive in a world of unusual things
Curious people, horns, halos, and wings
And everyone can feel the burn
The heat is on, turn after turn
The freaks and I
The freaks and I
We talk shit all the time
The freaks and I
The freaks and I
We make a few new friends
If we feel inclined
Dressed to make a splash
Young and strapped for cash
Tortured by the past despite the fact
We're alive in a world of unusual things
Surely the gods must be joking
And everyone will laugh out loud
If the truth ever comes out
Blessed with lungs to laugh
What more can you ask than that?
The freaks and I
The freaks and I
We go out in the night