It's so, so bizarre How can it be, that it's only me How can it be, that it's only me That sees the strange The strange, the strange
(feat. The Wilcannia Mob) First of all I wanna say I don't even know why you act that way My name is maya and people always say I act kinda strange like
Crashed on the floor when I moved in This little bungalow with some strange new friends Stay up too late, and I'm too thin We promise each other it's
that, for telling lies like that so well that I believed it. I never felt cheated. You were the chosen one, the pure eyes of Noah's dove. Choir boys
) Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White boys
then Country left, strange shit started happenin' Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins Cory shot Drew, and we was friends Money turns boys
yeah nigger) I mean really, really killing my pimping (really, really) Look what you gone made Iceberg do (yeah, yeah, yeah) Call my boys and start down
high Hold off 'till the weekend 'Cause we may look strange but we surely will get by What if there were no more mama's boys What if we all had no
to the tunnel's light (Suit up, boys We're on vacation With endless stay and reservations Saddest girls Who will await while dying inside How will they get by?) x2 (Suit up, boys
t really care If ya think I'm strange I ain't gonna change An' I'm never gonna care 'Bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me Oh no, not me Pedal boys!
Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is
luck was so bad I thought I used up all the luck I had Everytime I thought I'd get it on Someone put me on There's been a change Beautiful and strange
what they want, I'll leave them to do what they need to, I'll go and play with words and pictures, I'll admit I'm feeling strange. [instrumental
that you always were a queer one from the start For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
and the rain Ain't that strange? Very strange,yeah! I like choking toys You've got to see me before You meet the boys Teacher's burnt the school He's
was planned And each had his portmento in his hand Down the Rhine they ment to have a picnic to Joan siad I must decline The boys are being advised by