| Song | Some People Are Born Strange |
| Artist | Big Harp |
| Album | Chain Letters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse) | |
| Some people are born strange | |
| As a fact of the blood | |
| Some people are loose change | |
| Pennies sinking in the mud | |
| You know, devil made the world out of sand and clay | |
| And printed it with seas that never sprung | |
| This world wants a big rain, this world wants a flood | |
| (Verse) | |
| My head hunching over his vows | |
| Dreaming of the new bride | |
| Who’s gonna carry him over through a gulf crossed dome | |
| To a home in the past | |
| (Verse) | |
| Say a man and a fire go out the same way | |
| Cold ashes can’t be stoked | |
| Even when the seed long’s vanished in the flames | |
| You consider that’s bitter small |
| Verse | |
| Some people are born strange | |
| As a fact of the blood | |
| Some people are loose change | |
| Pennies sinking in the mud | |
| You know, devil made the world out of sand and clay | |
| And printed it with seas that never sprung | |
| This world wants a big rain, this world wants a flood | |
| Verse | |
| My head hunching over his vows | |
| Dreaming of the new bride | |
| Who' s gonna carry him over through a gulf crossed dome | |
| To a home in the past | |
| Verse | |
| Say a man and a fire go out the same way | |
| Cold ashes can' t be stoked | |
| Even when the seed long' s vanished in the flames | |
| You consider that' s bitter small |
| Verse | |
| Some people are born strange | |
| As a fact of the blood | |
| Some people are loose change | |
| Pennies sinking in the mud | |
| You know, devil made the world out of sand and clay | |
| And printed it with seas that never sprung | |
| This world wants a big rain, this world wants a flood | |
| Verse | |
| My head hunching over his vows | |
| Dreaming of the new bride | |
| Who' s gonna carry him over through a gulf crossed dome | |
| To a home in the past | |
| Verse | |
| Say a man and a fire go out the same way | |
| Cold ashes can' t be stoked | |
| Even when the seed long' s vanished in the flames | |
| You consider that' s bitter small |