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Freak Show
The Pietasters Lyrics


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Kicking time on filthy streets no money left to spend Still sickened by the night before my brain is on the mend Way up ahead I see a crowd and flashing blue red light I run to see the carnage of some hooker who's been nice It's just a freak show

Never know what's goin' on just happy to exist Drunk faces on the subway cars who're riding in their piss Oh where's the space, a waste of time, a waste of energy I'm locked inside the circus with a thousand casualties It's just a freak show

Sitting disco pumped and fueled with whores in skin-tight clothes Some even have a hymen tucked inside their pantyhose I love the lights, I love the fights and poverty grotesque Come join me in my big time life and waste into this mess It's just a freak show...

As I stumble to the home I've carved out of this mess I think about the foolish ones who dream of happiness To tell the truth I'm a happy man, and happier I'll be When I awake to the freak show that is put in front of me It's just a freak show...

Overall Meaning

The Pietasters's song Freak Show is a depiction of the darker side of urban life, where people are resigned to their existence and find solace in living in the moment, indulging in vices like drinking and partying to forget their troubles. The lyrics paint a picture of the singer, who is wandering aimlessly on the streets, broke and hungover from the previous night's indulgences. The flashing lights and commotion of a police presence ahead draw them towards a crowd, and they run to witness the spectacle of a hooker who has been victimized.


The singer then contemplates their own existence and the meaninglessness of it all, as they observe the debauchery around them in the form of intoxicated people in subway cars and disco clubs. They describe themselves as being locked inside the circus, surrounded by a thousand casualties, unable to escape the cycle of poverty and self-destruction. However, despite this bleak outlook, the singer finds contentment in living in the moment and embracing the chaos of their surroundings. They even invite others to join them in their big time life, acknowledging that it's all just a freak show.


Overall, the song offers a nihilistic commentary on the state of society, where people are trapped in a cycle of self-destruction and indulgence, finding temporary solace in the chaos around them. The catchy ska beat and energetic vocals of the Pietasters add to the frenetic energy of the song, making it a staple of their live shows.


Line by Line Meaning

Kicking time on filthy streets no money left to spend
Spending time on dirty streets with no money left to spend.


Still sickened by the night before my brain is on the mend
Still recovering from the previous night's activities.


Way up ahead I see a crowd and flashing blue red light
Seeing a gathering of people with police lights flashing in the distance.


I run to see the carnage of some hooker who's been nice
Excitedly rushing to see the aftermath of a prostitute's encounter.


It's just a freak show
Everything is just a spectacle and a show of abnormality.


Never know what's goin' on just happy to exist
Not understanding the chaos but content with simply being alive.


Drunk faces on the subway cars who're riding in their piss
Witnessing heavily intoxicated individuals on the train, urinating in public.


Oh where's the space, a waste of time, a waste of energy
Feeling trapped and drained of motivation and time.


I'm locked inside the circus with a thousand casualties
Feeling stuck in a place where countless others have also been negatively impacted.


Sitting disco pumped and fueled with whores in skin-tight clothes
Being in a club filled with scantily dressed prostitutes and lively music.


Some even have a hymen tucked inside their pantyhose
Some of these prostitutes have gone to extreme lengths for the sake of their occupation.


I love the lights, I love the fights and poverty grotesque
Enjoying the flashy and violent aspects of this impoverished environment.


Come join me in my big time life and waste into this mess
Inviting others to join in the chaotic and destructive lifestyle.


As I stumble to the home I've carved out of this mess
Returning to the dwelling that has been created in this environment.


I think about the foolish ones who dream of happiness
Contemplating those who strive for happiness in a world that doesn't seem to allow it.


To tell the truth I'm a happy man, and happier I'll be
Despite the chaos, still finding contentment and happiness in the situation.


When I awake to the freak show that is put in front of me
Waking up to the same abnormal environment and embracing it as a spectacle.


It's just a freak show...
Reiterating that all of this is simply a display of peculiarity and absurdity.




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on Set Me Up

The song is about former DC mayor, Marion Barry.

On January 18, 1990, Barry was arrested with a former girlfriend, Hazel Diane Moore, in a sting operation at the Vista International Hotel by the FBI and D.C. police for crack cocaine use and possession. Moore was an FBI informant when she invited Barry to the hotel room and insisted that he smoke freebase cocaine before they had sex, while agents in another room watched on camera, waiting for Barry to accept her offer. During the videotaped arrest, Barry says of Moore, "Bitch set me up.”

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