The strange people they all know your looks
It's well known you break every rule written in their books
You can't seem to find any peace of mind
Perhaps going to war against what is
Is your one and only crime

The strange people seem to disappear
As the tears from your face
You wont get rid of them that easily though
They'll just change their trace
You ask them for mercy as the accuser arrives
You're sick of being empty
Yet so full every inch of you might die

Woman, you wont be singing no more
Every sound from your mouth reminds them
That you're torn

Your skin is the most exclusive shell someone could ever wear
Still they make you feel certain that it's out worn
When were feelings created
What happened the day you were born

The strange people accuse you and your ways
Of being a full feathered whore
But you just barely care for them anymore

The strange people cried ther superficial laughter
As they enjoy themselves
By brain and not by heart
The strange people are pale
But they are smart