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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whitey
Performer
Nathan Wonnacott
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Wonnacott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whitey
Producer
Robert Harder
Producer
Lyrics
Count those freaks, we're completely outnumbered
What a terrible world, and it all gets more peculiar every single day
We can't sleep, something spoiled our slumber
What a terrible day, oh, the world gets more peculiar every single way
We don't who they are, we don't know where we are
I think I've got a plan, let's run as quickly as we can
Let's leave it all today, let's make our brave escape
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A- (One, two, three) -K-S
Everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-
One, two, three, we've been adding up numbers
Something doesn't make sense, and the world gets more peculiar every single day
Count those freaks, we're completely outnumbered
Something's making us tense, if you're finished being creepy, we'll be on our way
We don't who they are, we don't know where we are
I think I've got a plan, let's run as quickly as we can
Let's leave it all today, let's make our brave escape
We tread a careful line between the creatures of the night
Because we're not completely sure who goes to nightclubs anymore
We tread a careful line between the creatures of the night
Because we're not completely sure who goes to nightclubs anymore
We tread a careful line between the creatures of the night
Because we're not completely sure who goes to nightclubs anymore
We tread a careful line between the creatures of the night
Because we're not completely sure who goes to nightclubs anymore
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere
Who's that lurching through the smoke?
(F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere)
Mother nature's little joke
(F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere)
Empty eyes and sweaty hands
(F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere)
Say hello to modern man
(F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere)
Say hello to modern man
(F-R-E-A-K-S, everybody, everywhere)
Written by: Nathan Wonnacott