Makin' Friends Outta Freaks ~ Even Giant Ones - RAW+UNCUT

[Intro — jaunty acoustic guitar, piano taps, fiddle answering the vocal] Second day I met a girl Who did somethin' with her eyes. Third day someone passed me overhead And nobody looked surprised. There's a lad who won't stop sparkin', Someone blue from head to feet, And I'm fairly sure the girl beside me Hasn't touched the ground all week. [spoken] So... College is goin' well. [Verse 1] Back home I was the green-haired girl. Child, that used to get ya looks. Then I came here and discovered Green ain't worth a footnote in the books. Everybody's got a secret. Half of ours glow in the dark. Someone sneezed across the lunchroom And set fire to the park. [beat] They're fine. The park's... Mostly fine. [Pre-Chorus] So if yer strange, Come sit beside me. If yer stranger— Bring a chair. If yer worried yer too weird for us, Child, have ya looked around in here? [Chorus — bright, infectious country-pop] We're makin' friends outta freaks, Makin' family outta strange, Findin' people who don't flinch at ya When yer eyes or colors change. Bring yer claws! Bring yer wings and beaks! Bring whatever weirdness speaks! We're makin' room around the table, Makin' friends outta freaks! [Backing vocals] Hey! Hey! [Chloe] And apparently... I'm one of the freaks. [Backing vocals] HEY! [Chloe, laughing] Yeah, all right. Fair. [Verse 2 — drums enter, bouncing bass] I've spent half me bloody lifetime Tryin' hard to pass for fine, Which is funny when yer hair was green Before ya learned to count to nine. Daddy'd say, Don't draw attention. Billy'd say, Don't make a scene. Alton— Well, Alton mostly stared at people Till they reconsidered bein' mean. But here nobody needs an alibi For bein' what they are. Ya can have scales before yer breakfast And explode before the bar— [pause] There's no bar. We're students. [spoken aside] On the record. [Pre-Chorus] If ya've spent yer whole life hidin', There's a seat right over here. We don't promise nothin's awkward. God, no. We're spectacularly weird. [Chorus] We're makin' friends outta freaks, Makin' family outta strange, Findin' people who'll still eat with ya When ya accidentally rearrange— [pause] —somethin'. [quickly] Hypothetically. Bring yer horns! Bring yer tails! Bring yer complicated mystiques! ...No, not that Mystique! too complicated We're makin' room around the table, Makin' friends outta freaks! [Instrumental — playful fiddle/acoustic-guitar duel] [Verse 3 — slightly warmer] There's a funny thing 'bout weirdness. It gets lighter when it's shared. Ya tell somebody yer worst bit And discover they ain't scared. Maybe theirs is twice as strange. Maybe theirs has teeth and claws. Maybe everybody's carryin' Some exception to the laws. And suddenly the thing ya buried Ain't the first thing that they see. Yer just Chloe who steals french fries And gets too loud by half-past three. [spoken] I do not steal french fries. That's the bunny. [beat] [a different female voice, laughing] If they're on the table, They're community property. [Pre-Chorus — building] Maybe normal's just a story People tell when they're afraid. Maybe weird is just the interesting bit Nobody managed to explain. [Chorus — bigger] We're makin' friends outta freaks! Makin' family outta strange! Findin' out the things that make us odd Are things we wouldn't wanna change! Bring yer magic! Bring yer metal! Bring yer fur and fangs and beaks! [Chloe, interrupting] Do we have someone with a beak? [backing voice] Third floor! [Chloe] Right! Makin' friends outta freaks! [Bridge — drops to piano, handclaps and light acoustic guitar] And maybe there's a difference Between fixin' and makin' room. That's somethin' I'm still learnin', And I'd better learn it soon. Cause when ya've got the means to change things, It's temptin' as can be To look at every crooked edge And make it what ya think it oughta be. [quiet beat] But maybe crooked ain't broken. Maybe strange ain't somethin' wrong. Maybe sometimes helping, child, Means leaving well enough alone. [fiddle pickup] Besides— If I made everybody normal... [long pause] Who the hell would I have lunch with? [Band crashes back in] [Final Chorus — joyful, big harmonies] We're makin' friends outta freaks! Makin' family outta strange! Makin' one enormous table With another bloody leaf for every name! Bring yer scars! Bring yer stories! Bring the bits ya'd rather keep! There's no admission price for weirdos— Though apparently they're cheap! We're makin' friends outta freaks! And makin' freaks outta friends! [spoken] Wait. No. That sounds ominous. [Chloe] Ah, hell— [Final refrain] We're makin' friends outta freaks, And there's room for one more seat! So bring whatever makes ya different, Child— And come sit down and eat! [Outro — fiddle, guitar and piano] Green hair? [backing vocals] Normal! [Chloe] Magic? Normal! Flyin'? Normal! Talkin' to yerself? [silence] [Chloe] ...we're workin' on that Speak for yerself, child