Freaks in love

Tiny freaks in love

I quiver in convulsions

Arm in arm



And the thoughts in my head

And the stains on the bed

At night don't seem so pathetic



Tiny freaks

Tiny freaks in love

I hear 'em scratching on the mattress

Arm in arm in arm



Ch: and you crawl down the stairs

With your tongue full of hair

And you know that you're going to regret it

Everyone looks the same

Every arm every vein

But at night it ain't so pathetic



It's beyond me



Get away.