Lyrics

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)
Writer(s): Jonathan Owen Bree, Niles Rodgers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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