| THE
CREEP MANIFESTO
by Pistol Pete Midtgard
In
an early morning fog, on my way to starting school,
What was waiting just beyond the fence, I didn’t
even have a clue.
I remember being anxious to blow everybody’s
mind,
Mom and daddy’s little genius, about to
find a world unkind.
In a matter of a moment, a Danish prince had lost
his reign.
All at once, I was nobody and I can still feel
the pain.
So…
(Chorus)
You got that right baby, I’m a creep.
The kid you always thought was strange.
Now you want to talk to me,
Well, ain’t it funny how things change.
You got that right honey, I’m a creep,
The kid you never wanted around.
Not the same creep, but still a creep
And you’re from the crowd that
Always tried to, but never did grind me down.
Pecking order never changed too much,
Common thoughts always prevailed.
In our childhood social circles,
Independent spirits always failed.
There’s so many of us out there,
Who never quite fit in.
Creeps, freaks, nerds and oddballs
Bein’ different was a sin.
I used to be ashamed of it,
Much to the pleasure of your crowd.
Now you know why I won’t talk to you,
I’m a creep and I’m proud.
(Chorus)
Copyright
and Publishing 1999 Adequate Music A.S.C.A.P.
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