Long live the wierdoes, the misfits and the freaks
They help us give fear a name and point out the leaks
We couldn't do without them
It simply wouldn't be the same
With no one left to blame
Welcome to the freakshow gallery, take a seat
Thank god for his lefthands
The mothers, the fathers, the preachers
The pope and Jackson; he's bad but that don't seem to natter
The cops, the teachers and all the rest
Hail to the perverts, hail to the wrong
Hail to the inmates, this is your song
What would we do without them
It simply wouldn't be the same
With no one left to blame
Left to blame
Welcome to the freakshow gallery, take a seat
Thank god for Charles Manson, Koresh, Polpot, the suicide cults
The childabusing priests who no one cares to talk about
The cornerstones, the healing bones, the righteous and the just
It would not, not be the same
With no one, no one left to blame, to blame
Welcome to the freakshow gallery, take a seat
Take a seat