Freak Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson
He rides the wave, aspiral slave
The Prince of Darkness plays his games
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He rides the wave, aspiral slave
The Prince of Darkness plays his games
With a sense of irony everyone you see is chasing their illusions
Take a dive or sink or swim, but in the end you’re in the same pollution
Cold sunlight falling on me
Cold sunlight falling on me
Born in a mining town in ’58.
When black and white TV was up to date.