Condemned to Be Freaky - Brad stank

I want her love

Baby, I’ll get down on my knees

But from above

I saw my life beside the sea

Condemned to be

I want her love

Talking 'bout a sexistential need

But undreamed of

Faces, they wait for you and me

Condemned to be

«The function of words is to conceal thought»

And, um- *audience laughter*

Every flower just like the Buddha’s eye

Every flower just like the Buddha’s eye

And here’s the story, over and over again