Whitey - Count Those Freaks

Count those freaks
We’re completely outnumbered
What a terrible world
And it all gets more peculiar every single day
We can’t sleep
So despite our slumber
What a terrible day
Oh, the world gets more peculiar every single way

We don’t know who they are
We don’t know where we are
I think I’ve got a plan
Let’s run as quickly as we can
Let’s leave it all today
Let’s make our great escape
F-R-E-A-K-S everybody, everybody (x9)

One, two, three
We’ve been adding up numbers
Something doesn’t make sense
And the world gets more peculiar every single day
Count those freaks
We’re completely outnumbered
Something’s making us tense
If you’re finished being creepy, we’ll be on our way

We don’t know who they are
We don’t know where we are
I think I’ve got a plan
Let’s run as quickly as we can
Let’s leave it all today
Let’s make our great escape

We tread a careful line, between the creatures of the night
Because we’re not completely sure
Who goes to nightclubs anymore
(x4)

F-R-E-A-K-S everybody, everybody (x9)

Who’s that lurching through the smoke
Mother nature’s little joke
Empty eyes and sweaty hands
Say hello to modern man
Say hello to modern man