Beatsteaks

Hail to the freaks I can't get enough
So the words hit the boy who could never be tough
If somebody tries to compromise hashing out deals to cover lies
I predict a word
That keeps you hanging on
And I've been around, and around, and around
I'll come
Yay!
To weather the storm and set up the sun
To weather the storm and set up the sun
Hail to the freaks I can't get enough
So the words hit the boy who could never be tough
Saw a friend recently,
Beggin' for sympathy
Been holding my breath
And tryin' to accept another apology
I predict a word
That keeps you hanging on
And I've been around, and around, and around
I'll come
Yay!
To weather the storm and set up the sun
To weather the storm and set up the sun
Calling you from the top of friction
Calling you from the wrong direction
And set up the sun, the sun, the sun
Oh!
Hail to the freaks I can't get enough
So the words hit the boy who could never be tough
If somebody tries to speak out wise. Hashing deals to cover lies
Hashing out deals to cover lies
Calling you from the top of friction
Calling you from the wrong direction
And set up the sun, the sun, the sun
Yay-oh!