Pre-Code Hollywood Songtext
von Jonathan Bree

When you′ve had enough of screaming inside
When you've had enough of losing your mind
When you need a certain devotee
Know that you can always come and find me

In the corner booth of a speakeasy
I watch your lips, but I′ll never get your language
I don't really care what they may think
Take a sip and recline, let me show you that I'm

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Your man of a thousand faces
Your Lon Chaney
Your pre-code Hollywood


Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Your Gen X slacker zero, your antihero
Your pre-codе Hollywood

There′s no freedom left in speaking your mind
If you want a career to get by
Tricky business being a troubadour
Now we′re living through 1984

In the corner booth of a speakeasy
I watch your lips, but I'll never get your language
I don′t really care what they may think
Take a sip and recline, let me show you that I'm

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Your man of a thousand faces
Your Lon Chaney
Your pre-code Hollywood


Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You freak, you freak
Your Gen X slacker zero, your antihero
Your pre-code Hollywood

Your pre-code Hollywood (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Your pre-code Hollywood (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Your pre-code Hollywood
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)