Freaks

I'm being followed home, / I'm being followed home, / I don't know what for, / I don't
know by whom. / The smell of your dress, / a face in the rain, / the pavement shines wet /
in focus again. / Oh... / oh... / oh... / oh. / In a dead seaside town / I tried to change
my mind / for a well-balanced view / that was not mine to find. / Heaven knows, all your /
stars are on show, they last a lifetime, / and your hands leave their / marks in the sand,
they last for ever, / for ever. / It's clear to me: / you fit so perfectly / in a dimly
lit room / just inside of the sea. / His twisted face / tells me to leave this place. /
You know somewhere, / but I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there. / Heaven knows, all
your / stars are on show, they last a lifetime, / and your hands leave their / marks in
the sand, they last for ever. / They've followed me home - the one with the dog-breath in
the tattoo bar says something in a language that I don't uderstand. The street stinks of
piss and dead fish. Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass, air roaring in my
lungs. Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me. Down another cobbled street,
footsteps bouncing off the walls. Which way? A bottle smashes. The glint of a blade in the
moonlight. Someone laughs, the corners turned... and it's too late. The first blow
falls... then nothing. / I awoke on the beach sometime later / to a grey and sunless sky.
/ Your voice still slithers in my head, / I can't remember what you said. / I get to my
feet, my body aches. / I make for the town for no-one's sake. / My mind is a blur, I feel
so weak, / I see your reflection in the street. / 'It's what you deserve, it's what
you need. / Just like those stupid books you read.' / I look to the sky, I see your
face, / collapse in the road I hear you say / I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there!
/ My wound's healing now / and your imprint fades, / now just a pale scar / for five
vanished days. / Your voice is so weak, / your face is unclear, / your body a legend from
a forgotten year. / I've been followed home. / I've been followed home. / I've been
followed home. / I've been followed home.

Life must be so wonderful, living here on your own, / please call / around to see. / And
maybe I've been loving you for too long, / and now blind, / I watch you bleed. / You rot
in your bedroom, you cry on the phone. / Well I'm sorry / but he's not at home. / You give
me your secrets, you give me your heart / and I smile whilst you fall apart. / Oh no, /
please not now, / can't you see there's no time? / No, I haven't the time. / Can't you see
there's no time? / Oh-oh, / oh-oh-oh-oh, / oh-oh, / oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh... / Now all our
dreams melt / in the sun, / and visions / dwindle / one by one by one. / Perhaps you
should move somewhere / far away, / to another town / where maybe they / could see things
in your way. / It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be hard. / I smile whilst you fall
apart. / You're sorry, you're sorry, is all that you say. / Well, / I'd stop it, but I
can't find a way. / Your life must be so wonderful, / your visions die and fall. / And in
the end, / nothing ends, / just grows fainter / and farther / away.

Sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, / your cold, hard eyes make me / feel a fool. /
Pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, / scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. / The
girl of my nightmares, / sultry and corpse-like. / The girl / of my / nightmares. /
Brittle fingers, / and thin cigarettes, / so hard to tell apart, / (she hasn't spoken
yet.) / You put your hand on mine, / death white on brown, / those whirlpool eyes; / well,
I begin to drown. / The girl of my nightmares, / erotic and skull-faced. / The girl / of
my / nightmares. / Anorexic beauty, / feather-weight perfection, / anorexic beauty, /
underweight / goddess. / Sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, your / so hard to tell
apart, / (she hasn't spoken yet.) / Pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, /
scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. / The girl of my nightmares, / sultry and
corpse-like. / The girl / of my / nightmares. / Anorexic beauty, / feather-weight
perfection, / anorexic beauty, / underweight / goddess.

There's not much time for talking, / all your friends are / going to walk away. / If there
was time for talking / all too soon you'd be / lost for things to say. / Don't you know
she could break you, / every bone that's inside of you? / Then again she might make you /
everything that you want her to, / and if you could walk away, / where would you go /
anyway? / And if you've still got the chance, I know you know / you'll stay, / stay. / I
don't need your excuses; / are you tired of / trying to stay on top? / so just lie back
and enjoy it / and save your tears for / when the kissing stops / (oh, you know it's got
to stop.) / Don't you know she could break you, / every bone that's inside of you? / Then
again she might make you / everything that you want her to, / and if you could walk away,
/ where would you go / anyway? / And if you've still got the chance, I know you know /
you'll stay, / stay. / Oh, you'll stay, / oh, you'll stay. / Don't you know she could
break you, / every bone that's inside of you? / Then again she might make you / everything
that you want her to, / and if you could walk away, / where would you go / anyway? / And
if you've still got the chance, I know you know / you'll stay, / stay. / Oh, you'll stay,
/ oh, you'll stay. / Oh, you'll stay, / oh, you'll stay, / oh, you'll stay, / oh, you'll
stay, / oh, you'll stay.

As the signs outside proclaimed, nature sometimes makes mistakes. Was it the mother or the
father to blame, inside the damp grass and tilted tent? As the signs outside proclaimed,
nature sometimes makes mistakes. Was it the mother or the father to blame, inside the damp
grass and tilted tent? / Won't you come with me to the fairground? / Your head / will be
spinning, / I said your head / is your feet. / And the man at the side of me starts a lewd
laugh / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / at the cat with two heads and the dog with
eight legs. / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / The man has come between us, his cheeks
rattle like a fence, / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / He's come between us, and he
starts a lewd laugh. / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / I sought shelter from the storm in a
small inn by the coast. In the children's room three identical sisters sat, except for the
one who was hideously deformed; her grotesque features seemed to parody her sisters'
beauty, ridiculing and mocking everything I held dear. / Won't you come with me to the
fairground? / Your head / will be spinning, / I said your head / is your feet. / And the
man at the side of me starts a lewd laugh / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / at the cat
with two heads and the dog with eight legs. / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / The man
has come between us, his cheeks rattle like a fence, / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) /
He's come between us, and he starts a lewd laugh. / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / The
fish-eyed foetus floated blankly in the yellowed waters, still as wax. The man came
between us, my sister and I, ridiculing and parodying everything we held dear, making a
mockery of our former emotions. Dragging it all down to his level. / Won't you come with
me to the fairground? / Your head / will be spinning. / And the man at the side of me
starts a lewd laugh / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / at the cat with two heads and the
dog with eight legs. / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / The man has come between us, his
cheeks rattle like a fence, / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / He's come between us, and
he starts a lewd laugh. / (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!) / And then we went for rides. /
[Jarvis:] Roll up, roll up, nice rides... Come on, spin those cars boys and make the girls
scream! The louder you scream the faster we go! Come on, roll up, go on, ladies and
gentlemen, boys and girls, for the ride of a lifetime. There's plenty of seats, come on,
don't be shy! Roll up, come on, come on! / [shreiking and wailing laughter] / And then we
went for rides.