From the factories of shame, (fun)
To the circus of the strange (fun)
Everyone’s gone straight(fun)
Slates clean Very strange…

God damn those fucking mutts
Advertising commie sluts
King falls down androgynous
Corporate drudgery gave you spots
And you want a new job
And you want to shoot the old boss
To the worms own there
Tied, tarred, twisted, blistered

-Freakpower-
Tired of talking-
Freakpower-
Talking so tight
-Freakpower-
Tired of waiting
-Freakpower-
Wishing so tight
-Freakpower-
Tired of knowing
-Freakpower-
Knowing so tight
-Freakpower-
Tired of wishing , wishing

And I want the secret of youth

While the itching in the rain
And the cooling in the brain
To the churches with no name
Interplanetary games
From the flophouse of the stars
To the worms down there
I don’t care, I don’t care

-Freakpower-
Tired of talking
-Freakpower-
Talking so tight
-Freakpower-
Tired of waiting
-Freakpower-
tired of this hippie/punk debate
-Freakpower-
Tired of talking
-Freakpower-
Knowing so tight
-Freakpower-
Tired of waiting for the tractor man