I don't give a damn about being in the loop
I prefer to swim weirdly, hear "victim"
With me and my orphaned sorrows
Let people talk in the background
Dude, leave me there, in the blur
You'll see, I can do great things with my melancholy
No need to do like all those who get confused
I have gold in my Moleskine

If I had to do it over, I wouldn't be the one who bends over to try to please
I would be the one outside the criteria, who chooses his time
If I had to do it over, I would rather be the one who stands out and proud
What they didn't want to make of him, who has been silenced for too long

To all the weirdos (oh) the strange (oh) the bastards
To all the monsters, those who disturb, the outcasts
To all the pariahs (oh) the excluded (oh) without regard
To all the lonely ones, those in their rooms, always in the dark

Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (oh)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (oh)

Have you seen my scales when I swim in the streets?
Have you seen my barks there, which protect me unknowingly
More intimate and scars against the "get lost you stink"
I no longer walk in the shadow
I no longer walk in the shadow
I put all my flaws in the magazines let it be known
I still plan to use them, come put it outside so it shines

To all the weirdos (oh) the strange (oh) the bastards
To all the monsters, those who disturb, the outcasts
To all the pariahs (oh) the excluded (oh) without regard
To all the lonely ones, those in their rooms, always in the dark

Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (oh)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (freaks)
Freaks (oh)

To all the weirdos (oh) the strange (oh) the bastards (freaks)
To all the monsters, those who disturb, the outcasts (oh)
To all the pariahs (oh) the excluded (oh) without regard (freaks)
To all the lonely ones, those in their rooms, always in the dark

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