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Paris Street Rebels - Freakshow (Official Video)

Paris Street Rebels - Freakshow (Official Video) Song - Produced by Chris Marshall & Johnny Madden Video - Filmed by Rory Cowieson Facebook -   / parisstreetrebelsuk   Twitter - https://twitter.com/paris_st_rebels?l... Instagram -   / parisstreetrebels   Lyrics We're not in it for the money, the free love, or alcohol honey, What we needs a little more frightening tea and toast down the rabbit hole, We're not in it for the money, and I know it sounds a bit funny, From Westwood to Kreuzberg we sing, for the lonesome souls in our forgotten towns, I'm standing by the roadside blind-folded ready to go, Please won't you take me somewhere real? Wear a fine leather gown in a street fight, Scream tortured verse at a stop sign, Quote beat poets if you feel like, but don't pretend that you mean it, Paralyzed living life through a phone screen, Work, sleep, drink, dream til' the next week, Cyanide filled pills for the repeat, Take me to the Freakshow, take me now I wanna go. The street girls are perfumed and vicious, wear shaved heads and fishnets at Christmas, They send boys home to their mothers, broke and stoned but forever grown. Freak pimps trade clothes and opinions, on old wars and new acquisitions, Where girl/boys and boy/girls connect, while they fan the flames of their paper crowns. Strapped to the sail in old boots I've never worn before. Why should I earn what I can't steal? Wear a fine leather gown in a street fight, Scream tortured verse at a stop sign, Quote beat poets if you feel like, but don't pretend that you mean it, Paralyzed living life through a phone screen, Work, sleep, drink, dream til' the next week, Cyanide filled pills for the repeat, Take me to the Freakshow, take me now I wanna go. We're despised by the President, his armies, and his guns, We'd be ashamed if we were never insubordinations fun, Threatened by the cage, by the wage, and by the end, You might break me but you've never met my friends, West Berlin's got us spraying on the wall's, East Berlin's got us spraying on the wall's, Old Westwood's got us spraying on the wall's North European salutations to the fall, Leave your cities and towns and get together, Trade the grey, it's Freakshow forever.