neal morse – freak lyrics
my tongue is the pen of a ready writer; i’ve got so much to say
i’m not schizophrenic i just haven’t had my medicine today
people they act like they’ve never seen a king before
but when i just am that i am they tell me “there’s the door”
cause i am a freak
a riddle
the kind you love too little
i am the one you call “the other”
you can’t take home to mother
i am the angst
provider
the ultimate outsider
and i’m not welcome where the work is
not in your homes or in your churches…
my tongue is the pen and i feel inspired unusually today
my bed at the bridge kept me warm all night til the sky turned cold and gray
at noon on the corner i shout out words they can’t ignore
but n-body sees they’re too busy making money, kids and war
but i am a freak
a riddle
the kind you trust too little i am the one you call “the other”
you can’t take home to mother
i am the angst
provider
the ultimate outsider
and i’m not welcome where the work is
not in your homes or in your churches…
cry me a river
with an ocean all around
so many strangers live right among you now
there right here right now
but i am a freak
a riddle
i may have just a little
but i might be a savior or a brother
a someone’s long lost mother
maybe i’m not like the scriptures
and i don’t fit your pictures
but maybe an angel’s come between us
who knows?
i might be jesus…
i am a freak
a riddle
the kind you love too little
i am the one you call “the other”
you can’t take home to mother
i am the angst
provider
the ultimate outsider
but maybe an angel’s come between us
who knows?
i might be jesus…
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