Freaks

Verse 1:

Now everybody roll up, welcome, pleased to be of service,
My words’ll cool ya nerves as I entrepreneur
This carnival is burning, hot like a furnace,
The heat from the freaks like a third degree circus.
These dirty foul jerks stink worse than a turd
Which’ll make the elephant man occur to be virtuous
Abominable nerds grown deep from the dirt,
Who’ll commit any sin just to bleed on the earth’s surface!

So lights up! Our first freak please
It’s Steven the demon from Church East Street,
Who lurks each street with a fists full of sweets
And a sick little dream to fiddle kids in the sheets.
Tip toeing when he sneaks from the classrooms, leaving
His daytime profession as a part-time teacher,
So what’s the treatment? Would you like to phone a friend?
Or ask the audience the choice for your beating?

Chorus:

Freaks! We got them horrible and nasty
Freaks! We got the shocking and the ghastly
Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers
Freaks of the world here for your entertainment!
Freaks! We got repulsive and striking
Freaks! We got the ugly and the frightening
Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers
Freaks of the world here for your entertainment!

Verse 2:

Light up the pyrotechnics and sound off the sirens
Spark up your lighters for Simon the violent
Fireman; who saves lives like an idol,
But when he makes it home he beats the kids and the wife up,
He’s proper fired up, hot headed like his mind’s scorched,
Tying up the family with force till the spine’s tort,
Eye’s sore, see the petrol-covered wife torch,
Scorch red and orange like he’s celebrating guy forks.

Next up, please scribble on our black board,
Jack for detention with capitals in white chalk
Jack’s a polite boy, but it seems that his dreams
Of achievement are settled in a knife’s point,
Stabbing up peers in the classrooms, leaving
His daytime professor and his classmates bleeding.
How can we teach ‘em? Treat them? Learn them?
Cane them! Stab them! Beat them! Burn them!

Chorus:

Freaks! We got them horrible and nasty
Freaks! We got the shocking and the ghastly
Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers
Freaks of the world here for your entertainment!
Freaks! We got repulsive and striking
Freaks! We got the ugly and the frightening
Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers
Freaks of the world here for your entertainment!

Verse 3:

Now give it up for our last guest, a ghastly and heartless
Arse, who rides cars white masked through the darkness,
Parked by the park bench, armed with a large wrench,
Sparking out women watch ‘em gasp for their last breath.
He carves the hearts from the carcass,
Numb from his pains by the vodka and archers,
Odd when he’s plastered, a monstrous gardener
Who landscapes bodies in the mud’s of the marshland.

Gentlemen and ladies, boys and the girls
These are the freaks of a poisonous world,
Who walk by the sun with a peace but with no sense,
Morphed by the moon into beasts of the grotesque
Up next, I’ll ask the audience’s thesis,
Which rusty tool should I torture these freaks with?
Fuck it! Let’s keep em locked in their cages
The freaks of the world rot for your entertainment!

Chorus:

Freaks! We got them horrible and nasty
Freaks! We got the shocking and the ghastly
Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers
Freaks of the world here for your entertainment!
Freaks! We got repulsive and striking
Freaks! We got the ugly and the frightening
Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers
Freaks of the world here for your entertainment!