This is for all the people
who just don't fit anywhere
clothes hanging from bodies
that never came up for air
this is for all those who tread
on the inside of the law
and tussle and argue with themselves
leaving wounds red and raw

this is for the misfits baby
this is for the misfits baby
this is for them and me
got a lock but lost the key
this is for the misfits baby
this is for the misfits baby

This is for the creepy crawlers
who only come out at night
in daylight they just sleep it off
and try with all their might
to keep the demons satisfied
and strangers from their door
minimize another's guilt
by sleeping on the floor

this is for the misfits baby
this is for the misfits baby
this is for them and me
un-tethered to the sea
this is for the misfits baby
this is for the misfits baby

This is for all the rock and roll singers
with mirrors for a crowd
scrawny kids with busted eardrums
from turning up too loud
this is for those with just enough
to get by sight unseen
the last kid in the yearbook
and the last kid on the scene

this is for the misfits baby
this is for the misfits baby
this is for them and me
with hard knock degrees
this is for the misfits baby
this is for the misfits baby

This is for those who buy their beer
one quart at a time
with Paul Mall's and rusted fingers
and no partner in crime
this is for those who fought the fights
but lost every one
who always look to the stars
but come home with the sun

this is for the misfits baby
this is for the misfits baby
this is for them and me
one and one....sometimes makes three
this is for the misfits baby
this is for the misfits baby

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