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)