Weirdos Songtext
von Plainspoke

Calling out a may day, just a way to ask for help
We′re all in for the heyday, hope the payday goes to hell,
And for the fading light in this 8am fight club,
I'll be up all night, I made the latest from the die cuts

Gaze at the brightness, the stars that burn the brightest
Be the parts that break apart, I feed the art, you eat it′s likeness,
I dig hard into the deep end, been peeping in it's eyelids,
They not sleeping, just seeking
Out the dreams that we design and then I

Pay to see the gates, they shining passively,
Running down my patience, ain't a statement shaded gratefully,
The cradle holds the graves of those
That pace around their places noting bravery,
Afraid to spin the tables, day to day, it changes A to Z

This alphabet I helped finesse, to second guess a place for me,
The bells and whistle call collect, except when I sit patiently
His tells are only second best, I check in chess, but c′est la vie
The shells he walks a pessimist, I′m fessing it to say the least


We're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
All of the weirdos, look in at the people
They′re all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
All of the weirdos, looking at the people

We're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
All of the weirdos, look in at the people
They′re all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
All of the weirdos, looking at the people

Street lights swinging in the wind,
Meet my enemies, they're fickle with my friends,
She′s five percent of me, a centerpiece of pin and needle pedigree,
Depend on me for picking out your pins to push ahead of these,

Evicted on a whim, I'm sick of this hit, burn an effigy
Flicking both my wrists, if I cut, you open sesame
Picture fever pitching, I will split the costs of rhetoric
Efficient ain't my business, I make systems looking effortless

The plug for your outlet, stepping doubtless into entropy,
The fun thing about it, running foul without ascendency
The son setting up the down, intelligent or menacing
No sun to block us out, we′re both the pen and then the sentencing


So box me out, just fucking with the energy,
Allowed a filler, here and now, to chuck it with the Benedicts
A tune to fit the crowd, to help them bicker with dependency,
Assuming we get out to tell the truth and know definitely

We′re all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
All of the weirdos, look in at the people
They're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
All of the weirdos, looking at the people

We′re all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
All of the weirdos, look in at the people
They're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
All of the weirdos, looking at the people