We walk on wires
While breathing fire
Dig up holes
To bury the souls
We paint our faces
To find our places
In an atmosphere
That's made it clear
That we are-

Strange people
Doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
Live like slaves but act like kings
Strange people doing strange things

Endless complications
Confused by new creations
How much lower can we go
Cripples and critics
Can crawl to the finish
And wait for a voice
But there's no choice
Cause we are

Strange people
Doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
Live like slaves but act like kings
Strange people doing strange things