Freaks (feat. Stew & Syd Straw)

Drawing rhythms on the floor
Harmony's a revolving door
Need no ID, there's just one rule
Get a phd from the school of cool

Gyrate, move your lips to the rhyme
Gotta move on, but didn't get far
Joined a new tribe in a south Manhattan bar

Lay it down
Spin it out
Blend it with us
Cause we stick out

Lay it down
Spin it out
Blend in with us
Cause we stick out

A little mean a little sweet
A little trash, a little shuffle your feet
We know the secret to staying alive
On these streets you never close your eyes

We dine at Le Cirque, Mr Bucks foots the bill
He's got luck, we got cool: a win-win deal
Not today? Then e'll just walk out on it & if it's wrong
We'll say sorry later. Right here in this song!

(Sorry le cirque!)

Lay it down
Spin it out
Blend it with us
Cause we stick out

Lay it down
Spin it out
Blend in with us
Cause we stick out

Wore a disco sucks shirt one day
Then disco sucked me in, threw away
We're willing to try anything and more
As long as it's new and fits through the revolving door

Of our convictions

I learned to be a brat
I danced to beat on the brat
And I want your love, back to back
We could dish it out, then dash off to play
With someone who'd be called a sicko today

Lay it down
Spin it out
Blend it with us
Cause we stick out

Lay it down
Spin it out
Blend in with us
Cause we stick out
A punk rapper in drag and in space uniform
From Kentucky, the Bronx, wherever you were born
From uptown downtown east side and west
From Central Europe, Siberia, the rest
And from places we never asked
'Cause it didn't fucking matter
'Cause it didn't fucking matter



Credits
Writer(s): Eszter Balint
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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