Out of your mind, out of your mind with whiplash
Out of your legs, out of the art of walking
Under a spell, under an innocent sky
Under these roots for all this time

Living with the freaks in this very weird house
On this beautiful street with the smallest yard

Open yourself, open yourself to strangers
Open the doors, open the door to your party
Give us your bread, we'll give you our full of attention
I'll give you my wine, so glad to be alive

Living with the freaks in this very weird house
On this beautiful street with the smallest yard

We should try to get along 'cause we may not have too long

In case they come again I think I better stay
Always in my car, always in a day, always, always, always...

Living with the freaks in this very weird house
On this beautiful street with the smallest yard

We should try to get along, we should try to get along
We should try to get along, we should try
Living with the freaks, we should try to get along
Living with the freaks, living with the freaks


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