Bring Back the Freaks

Bring back the freaks

Dear Delilah it’s 6 am

I think I might just cry There’s a voice on the radio that says that Leonard Cohen just died

And there’s a new boss that starts today

I’m on the factory floor same old people in the blacked out cars

But they’re ten times worse than before

I’m sliding further down this pitcher plant

Into the pit slips my pendulum heart

I got so stuck playing this movie part

If i scream wake me up, check i’m breathing

Bring back the freaks

I just can’t follow these sheep

Where are our misfits high priests?

Why have their voices deceased?

Bring back the freaks

David Bowie a clockwork Orange I think I need to find my droogs

Aleister Crowley Love is the law

Love under will Just keeps us singing the blues

Charles Bukowski as a postal clerk

John Winston Lennon Shot dead, peace on Earth!

Vincent van Gogh knows what all this is worth as eternity hands him oblivion

Bring back the freaks where are our beautiful beasts?

I can’t get juiced with you geeks these nerds are shaking my peace Bring back the freaks

Are you feeling frightened?

If we kill the sun do we become Enlightened?

Dear Delilah I clean my gun I can say I’ve lived it all

I’m giving up but I ain’t giving in I’m going to go out walking tall

I’ve got my tannoy In my darkest dream

I’m being murdered I can barely scream

If this is your nightmare Hell you know what I mean as they piss on our backs and tell us it’s raining

Bring back freaks

Raise up our song from the streets

Out on the edge of the heat undead Prophets still speak

Bring back the freaks