Bancate ese defecto

Too many weird things are happening
For everything to stay so normal
I don't trust your know-it-all face
Or your survival instinct

Haven't read or watched anything in a while
'Cause it offends me that everything's so messed up
Even pretty people make me mad
And the guys and girls aren't doing anything to change

'Cause one day this deadly trap will spring open
But until then, you'll wear a shadow on your face
And stop bragging about being a normal human
And quit pretending that the flaw doesn't define you

And I say: Hey, own that flaw
It's not your fault if your nose doesn't match your face
And I say: Hey, own that flaw
Even if you fix your tires, girl, you'll still be (weird)

Mutilated, malnourished, deformed
Glass eye, show off your scar
Sailors, fags in bags
Dance the dance of intelligence

Too many weird things are happening
For everything to stay so normal
Everyone knows us by our faces
Everyone notices by the way we dance

And I say: Hey, own that flaw
It's not your fault if your nose doesn't match your face
And I say: Hey, own that flaw
Even if you fix your tires, girl, you'll still be the same (weird)