Freaks - The Hawk In Paris

We have a flair for the shade and the inbetween

We like to run with the wolves from the darker scene

When we turn the safety off, the shots are automatic

All our friends tell their friends we’re so dramatic

We’ll have you wrapped around our trigger finger

Queen bee yellow, you’re the skin for our stinger

We’ll make you swoon, make it hurt just a little

We’re the boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle

We know the halls you walk are unforgiving

It’s not the kind of place to find your place among the living

We have a plan, we’ve got the means for your liberation

You’ll only have to blur the lines on a few occasions

We have you wrapped around our trigger finger

Queen bee yellow, you’re the skin for our stinger

We’ll make you swoon, make you hurt just a little

We’re the boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle

Boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle

Boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle

We have the cure for your crisis never patent pending

If you come along with us the doors are never ending

If you want to rule the world you’ve got to stop pretending

If you want to rule the world you’ve got to stop pretending

See, we’ve got them wrapped around our trigger fingers

Queen bee yellow, they’re the skin for our stingers

We’ll make them swoon, make it hurt just a little

We’re the boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle

Boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle

Boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle

Boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle