Lyrics Condemned to Be Freaky - Brad stank

Condemned to Be Freaky

I want her love
Baby, I’ll get down on my knees
But from above
I saw my life beside the sea
Condemned to be
I want her love
Talking 'bout a sexistential need
But undreamed of
Faces, they wait for you and me
Condemned to be
«The function of words is to conceal thought»
And, um- *audience laughter*
Every flower just like the Buddha’s eye
Every flower just like the Buddha’s eye
And here’s the story, over and over again