歌词
When you've had enough of screaming inside
When you've had enough of losing your mind
When you need a certain devotee
Know that you can always come and find me
In the corner booth of a speakeasy
I watch your lips, but I'll never get your language
I don't really care what they may think
Take a sip and recline, let me show you that I'm
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Your man of a thousand faces
Your Lon Chaney
Your pre-code Hollywood
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Your Gen X slacker zero, your antihero
Your pre-codе Hollywood
There's no freedom left in speaking your mind
If you want a career to get by
Tricky business being a troubadour
Now we're living through 1984
In the corner booth of a speakeasy
I watch your lips, but I'll never get your language
I don't really care what they may think
Take a sip and recline, let me show you that I'm
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Your man of a thousand faces
Your Lon Chaney
Your pre-code Hollywood
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Your Gen X slacker zero, your antihero
Your pre-code Hollywood
Your pre-code Hollywood (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Your pre-code Hollywood (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Your pre-code Hollywood
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)