Well they threw the bastards from my yard When Connie cried, by damn he's hard By eight o'clock they crashed the gates By two a.m. I was too deflated They said freaks love freaks I guess that's why this world hates you, babe They tell freaks to eat freaks I guess that's why I get good press They love my life, it's such a mess Well the booking agent's name was Dan He said don't worry sir, I'm such a fan Merchants and prints went down with ease Within the hours on TV They wrote that freaks love freaks I guess that's why this world hates you, babe They tell freaks to eat freaks I guess that's why I get good press They love my life, it's such a mess They love my life, it's such a mess Now I spend my days locked in the cell As inmates whisper, he ain't well But on my card locked in at night I dream about the movie lights They tell you that freaks love freaks I guess that's why this world loves you, babe They tell me freaks to eat freaks I guess that's why I get good press They love my life, it's such a mess They hate my world, I'm such a mess I hate my life, it's such a mess They hate me, they hate my world, my heart I hate my life, they hate me They hate my world, my heart I hate my life, they hate me They hate my world, my heart I hate my life, they hate me They hate my world, my heart I hate my life I hate my world, my heart