Freak – 18th June 1985

Walking down the street
Freak everyone you meet
They all turn and stare
As you pull out your hair
Never admit defeat
You’re such a freak
Kissing every stranger
Pretend you’re Lone Ranger
People pass you by
You tear out your eye
You always creak
You’re such a freak
You’ll be there at the end
Freak – you are my friend