Tabloid Species Lyrics

Tabloid Species lyrics

It could be the things I say, That I'm not Straight or Gay,

But I'm not
the special way you expect me to be today



It might be the way I
look, or that I drew all over your book,

But I'm not the particular way
you expect me to be today



It may be that I don't care, but I don't
usually stop and stare

Or scream abuse at passers-by, Or stick my finger
in their eye,

Just because they're them not me, They're "not my favourite
cup of tea"

Well, The Tabloid Species has run amok, but that's OK 'cos
they're all fucked... 



Perhaps there's certain things I've done
you'd secretly consider fun,

But then You wouldn't be the peculiar way
you are when you wake up every day