Lyrics
Hail to the freaks, I can't get enough
Saw the words hit the boy who could never be tough
If somebody tries to compromise
Hashing out deals to cover lies
I predict a world
That keeps you hanging on
And I've been 'round and 'round and 'round I'll come
Yeah, and weather the storm, and set up the sun
And weather the storm, and set up the sun, uh
Hail to the freaks, I can't get enough
Saw the words hit the boy who could never be tough
Saw my friend recently
Begging for sympathy
Been holding my breath and tried to accept
Another apology
Oh
I predict a world
That keeps you hanging on
And I've been 'round and 'round and 'round I'll come
Yeah, to weather the storm, and set up the sun
And weather the storm, and set up the sun
Damn
Calling you from the top of friction
Calling you from the wrong direction
To set up the sun, the sun, the sun
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Hail to the freaks, I can't get enough
Saw the words hit the boy who could never be tough
Somebody needs to speak out wise
Hashing out deals to cover lies
Hashing out deals to cover lies
Calling you from the top of friction
Calling you from the wrong direction
To set up the sun, the sun, the sun
Yeah
