[Intro]
"Bewildering. Confused. Absolute. Confidence."
[Verse 1]
Thrift store clearance on the concrete runway!
Pink skirt! Hairy legs! Get out of the damn way!
Is it a weapon? Is it a toy?
He's spinning that stick like a maniac baton boy!
Unknown origin! "SCREECH!"
Unknown music! "SCREECH!"
[Chorus]
He hears the b**t that you can't hear!
"SPIN! TWIRL! SKIP!"
The sidewalk is his stratosphere!
"SPIN! TWIRL! SKIP!"
Is it a ritual? Is it a show?
Where the hell did HIS sanity go?
TWEAKERS! GOT! TALENT!
[Verse 2]
Experts say... Experts say...
He's looking for a mate in the light of day!
Open audition! Open the pit!
He's waving a ribbon on a garbage stick!
Look at the form! Look at the grace!
He's fighting a ghost in a parking space!
[Bridge]
Summoned by the frequencies!
Confused blend! Confused blend!
Thrift! Store! Clearance!
[Outro]
"Tweakers Got Talent."