What could be better
Than watching this town
Go down the drain?

Look all around you
And see how it's changed
Is it for better?
Is it for worse?
Tell me what's better

Being quiet in the noise
Mixing with the new girls and boys
I heard someone call themselves a weekend warrior

Cause it's hard to stand up on your feet
Punching your numbers to the beat
Of a slave drivers drum

What could be better than
Watching this hood
Turn into New York
In 1930

Better watch out when you bend over
And pick up that dime
It ain't no good for your lousy suspenders
You're always bending over

It's a lovely little game
Like the zookeeper trying to tame the lions they've ripped away
From the places of power

In this kind of jungle he is the weak one
Among all this beauty he is the freak one
Stuck inside of the cage

Lyrics submitted by elhahaj

Freak song meanings
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