Strange People Doing Strange Things

We walk on wires
While breathing fire
Dig up holes to bury the souls
We paint our faces
To find our places
In an atmosphere that's made it clear
That we are

Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
We live like slaves but act like kings
Strange people doing strange things

Endless complications
Confused by new creations
How much lower can we go
Cripples and critics
Can crawl to the finish
And wait for a voice but there's no choice
'Cause we are

Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
We live like slaves but act like kings
Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things

That's the way, the way that it is
That's the way, the way that we live
That's the way, the way that it is
That's the way, the way that we live

That's the way, the way that it is
That's the way, the way that we live
That's the way, the way that it is
That's the way, the way that we live

Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
We live like slaves but act like kings
Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Michael Johnson, Michael David Cummings
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