You’re a freak it’s official.
I mean honestly, if you weren’t around would anyone actually miss you?
Freaking people out with your peculiar ways.
You’ve got an unsettling cheek the way you gaze.
But you’re not phased.
You hit up social settings like you’re lost in a maze.
Your movements odd, like a drunken daze.
Gears grinding your brain you never cease to amaze.
But I confess, I’m a freak too.
Maybe we should be freaky geeks together?
We’ve really got no excuse.
Hitting the town dressed in our weird finery.
Me with a trimmed beard like a hipster wannabe.
You the trickster, so bizarre even you believe.
We’ll sweep through clubs like a freaky disease.
Submitting to our desires, wants and needs.
But… we leave room to breathe.
To be ourselves.
There’s no point getting our freak on if we can’t raise hell.
Pretty soon, others join us.
Our numbers grow.
And so our weird, wondrous wave begins to flow.
People want us to leave and say we’ve got to go.
‘Cos we make them itchy and get under their skin.
But we just grin and take it on the chin.
Nothing can touch us.
We might be weird but we’re a blunderbuss.
A gilt-edged battering ram.
We refuse to be gone with a ‘wham bam, thank you ma’am’.
Still… the battle rages on.
Freaks versus normals, we’ll not rest ’till the job’s done.
Some say our crusade is selfish.
But we say if the cap fits, wear it.
There’s no way we can just grin and bear it, this state of affairs.
There must be a place for us in society.
If not you’ll start to see cracks and tears.
Because, normals, like it or not, you need us freaks.
What we offer you, we have to say, well, it’s unique.
‘Cos if we were gone you’d feel dismay.
We’re colour and without us you’re simply just set to grey.