Out Come the Freaks Songtext

von Chris Wood

Little Micheal on his motorcycle
Leather pants and a leather brain
And he 'aint never been the same since Vietnam

He keeps His heart in side his vest
And his eyes inside his shoes, he doesn't ever want to loose them in the fight
He says you never know what might go down tonight

Woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks oh yeah.
Woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks oh yeah.

In her apartment was a plastic alter.
She'd light a candle when her courage faltered;
Some times the world got a little hard to bare

It wasn't easy living in the city, she wasn't clever and she was not pretty.
She chanted in the night but no one cared.

Woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks oh yeah.
Woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks.

Freddie's wife became a topless dancer.
At bondage parties with a Turkish bouncer, she's really fitted, the police have got her car.

She tried to set off an antique shotgun, she says she knows crazy man who owns one.
Her parents said your not out daughter your a whore and it's over and you don't live here any more.

Woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks oh yeah.
Woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks.

Eddie Hammond used a tape recorder when he had one of his girl friends over. He said he didn't want to miss a single scream.
His friends all laughed when he played it later, you have to wonder, did he really hate her?
Girls always made him nervous that's to blame. And making live is just a crazy game.

And woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks oh yeah.
When woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks.
Woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks.
Woodwork squeaks, out come the freaks, oh yeah.