Strange - Alabama 3

You woken up on the backstage

Hallelujah the red light’s on

She said I’m gonna put on something comfortable

You just take your Gucci jacket off now

Hey people let’s talk about yer preferences

An' you wanna get it on

I know you like to look just like a lady

'cos yer momma always said that it was wrong

Well I’m yer mamma tonight

You bin looking for Strange

Up and down here

You rode right to the top

But it keeps rolling back to you

You could never be alone

So now you value company

I seen you leaving a rockhouse last night

In search of lowlife sympathy

You take a lick on Satan’s ow!

Then down your story stone

You take yer money off of yer daddy

You got three waiting for you at home

You daddy to my

'cos you bin looking for Strange

Up and down here

You rode right to the top

But it keeps rolling back to you

'cos you bin looking for Strange

Up and down here

You rode right to the top

But it keeps rolling back to you

Yer always looking for Strange

Yer always looking for Strange

Yer always looking for Strange

Yer always looking for Strange

Yer always looking for Strange

Yer always looking for Strange

You’re a mason on the money gotta a vice-squad connection

Policeman’s got a preference for unnatural selection

Some company director with taste for correction

While yer wife is whipping on a judge

You’re a paedophile priest in a house of detection

A politician payin' for some ??

protection

A banker crossin' borders smugglin' ??

and children

While yer daughter’s on a ??

with a drug

Looking for Strange

Up and down here

You rode right to the top

But it keeps rolling back to you

Yer looking for Strange

Up and down here

You rode right to the top

But it keeps rolling back to you

Keeps on rollin' back to you

Rollin' back to you

Keeps on rollin' back to you

Roll on

To the top

To the top

To the top

To the top

To the top

To the top