| My friends stay dressed in black
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| And there’s patches on their back
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| We smoke dope by the ounce
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| We drink booze by the rack
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| My friends raise the volume loud
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| So don’t ask to turn it down
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| We twist that knob around
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| Till the sound can shake the ground
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| We’re freaks—We stay gold
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| And the malt liquors always cold
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| We’re freaks—We stay high
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| And we’re gonna let that freak flag fly
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| My friends stay out all night, and they’re up with the rising sun
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| We don’t got much to give ya, but we’ll give it till it’s gone
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| My friends stood right by me when they saw the chance to run
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| We don’t got much to say but we can’t just bite our tongues
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| We’re freaks—We stay gold
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| And the malt liquors always cold
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| We’re freaks—We stay high
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| And we’re gonna let that freak flag fly
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| Fly!
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| Ink scars my skin—I got a devilish grin
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| All I see in the mirror is my evil twin
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| I rolled the dice—I paid the price
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| Cause you can’t have virtue if you don’t know vice
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| Gotta free your mind—till you’re no longer blind
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| Stop looking for answers that you’ll never find
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| Leave your cares at the door—Let your feet leave the floor
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| We’ll take you high up where the eagle soars
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| Yeah!—High up where the eagle soars!
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| Yeah!—High up where the eagle soars!
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| My friends are freaks like me—The forever estranged
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| Stare at us all you want—We ain’t never gonna change
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| Yeah!
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| Raise your fist to the sky—Let your freak flag fly
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| Raise your fist to the sky—Let your freak flag fly
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| Raise your fist to the sky—motherfucker—Let your freak flag fly
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| Raise your fist to the sky—motherfucker—Let your freak flag fly
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| Give it to me!
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| Let your freak flag fly! |