Weird (Pathway Session) Songtext
von The Outsiders

They say the way we dress is weird
And point at us with scorn
Yes, we′ve become what they most feared
People with characters of our own

Whatever jibes are hurled at me
Still I'd rather be myself than a chain store dummy
Dummy, dummy, dummy

They say the way we speak is strange
Not how it was in their day
But we promise that we shall change
As soon as they find something to say


Apart from claiming to profess the realest thoughts
Of collective brainlessness
We don′t belong to the machine
That has grown around and in them
That has sucked, cut, shaped, stitched and stamped them
Shaped, stitched and stamped them, no

They say the way we think is crazed
But it's fear that fuels each word
It's all that′s left, souls and senses dazed
Die unable to be stirred

The jizer of the walked on unwillingly
A captive within a bigger prison
Prison, prison, prison