Freaks On The Scene

We're fishermen fishing for nutrition
It's a game of attrition
It's a life and death competition it's a hot get up
No time for "I'm too tired" get your aim up game it up high gotta realise
Life ain't gonna treat ya baby unless ya got a sweet body to drive

Fuck the winners let's be grinners
I want nasty nasty loving tonight
So save me, save me, save me, save me, save me baby
Take me baby, save me baby, take me baby
From these Freaks on your Scene
These Freaks on your Scene

With windswept hair and a Porsche Carrera for a chair
You slime in like an aggregation of human emotion gotta tell ya baby I was under-prepared
And you're underwhelmed with me to which I will not disagree
Yet I expect I may detect a little bitterness
To the back of my tongue, with that ego, amigo

Fuck the winners let's be grinners
I want nasty nasty loving to-night
So save me, save me, save me, save me, save me baby
Take me baby, save me baby, take me baby
From these Freaks on your Scene
These Freaks on the Scene

I ride high on the spirits, up above the desert
Incompatible with capital yet to other forms of commerce, I am your kin
I love my fellow breather, with a fever, all un- re- and de- and me-believers
Love to the feelers the teachers, the losers and the leechers

Fuck the winners let's be grinners
I want nasty nasty loving to-night
So save me, save me, save me, save me, save me baby
Take me baby, save me baby, take me baby
From these Freaks on the Scene
These Freaks on the Scene