Land of the Misfit Toys

Noise! Noise! It's a rock and roll scene It pounces on you like a super-drunk attack dog It's a rock and roll scene We've turned our back on the Angel City smog Tequila stuntmen at the bar Sneakers clash with the walls all painted red There's way too many seeing stars Tomorrow morning they'll be sore in their beds I don't ever wanna go home I don't ever wanna go home Eddie's passed out on the stage But that won't stop the band from setting up We can't pretend to act our age I'm staring down a cliff; give me a little shove She's making out with... He's making out with... She's making out with... I lost track The best part of being passed around is when you start to make your way back I don't ever wanna go home I don't ever wanna go home We're the Misfit We're the Misfit We're the Misfit Toys We're the Misfit We're the Misfit We're the Misfit Toys It's not just noise We're the Misfit We're the Misfit We're the Misfit Toys We're the Misfit We're the Misfit We're the Misfit Toys It's a treehouse It's a Batcave Santa's workshop Every Tuesday night We're the Misfit (Were the Misfit Toys) We're the Misfit (We're the Misfit Toys) We're the Misfit Every Tuesday Night! Noise! Noise! It's not just noise!