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Give me a spool of thread and I'll make the Golden Gate You got a bag of rocks, well I'll pave the interstate With a busted-up log I'll build the Hoover Dam I got a homemade rocket in my pocket, I'm a goddamn Uncle Sam People are weird and so am I Lay it on down, let your freak flag fly No, I really don't care how you get high Lay it on down, let your freak flag fly Let your freak flag fly Want perfect teeth and a deep, dark, healthy tan Wanna congo on the beach in Afghanistan Want to win the Powerball so I can start a war Between where and when, us and them, after and before People are weird and so am I Lay it on down, let your freak flag fly No, I really don't care how you get high Lay it on down, let your freak flag fly Let your freak flag fly Give me a chance at love and a gold-top Coupe de Ville Give me a "never did" and I swear I always will You like throwing stones but your house is made of glass And your big old mouth keeps writing checks that your ass can't cash People are weird and so am I Lay it on down, let your freak flag fly No, I really don't care how you get high Lay it on down, let your freak flag fly No, I really don't care how you get high Lay it on down, let your freak flag fly Let your freak flag fly
Writer(s): Marshall Altman, Alex Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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