Count those freaks [bad word] outnumbered
What a terrible world
And It 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 [bad word] We don’t know who they are
We don’t know where we are
I think I’ve got a plan [bad word] 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)
1-2-3
We’ve been adding up numbers
Something doesn’t make sense
And the world gets more peculiar every single day
Count those freaks [bad word] outnumbered
Something’s making us tense
If you’re finished being creepy, we’ll be on our way [bad word] We tread a careful line, between the creatures of the night
Because we’re [bad word] 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