[Verse] They sit in their basement, three grumpy old men Ranting 'bout society and the world they're livin' in They hate the technology, the gadgets, and the apps And they'll complain about it all just to give us all a laugh [Verse 2] They scoff at the young ones, with their selfie sticks And they criticize the artists, and their shallow, empty hits They long for the days of vinyl and gritty rock 'n' roll And they'll shout their disapproval, with every ounce of their soul [Chorus] Welcome to the Freakshow. Voices of discontent, they're never satisfied They'll grumble and they'll groan, with a fire in their eyes Voices of discontent, forever stuck in the past But we can't help but love them, 'cause they say it straight and fast - in the Freakshow