Lyrics

Hey, daddy-o Has life got you feeling low? Has your story turned a dismal shade of gray? That's ok! Come with me, I'll take you far away I think it's time for you to open up your mind And join us Come and play At Misfit Cabaret. Come to the party We promise not to bite Unless that's what you're into And if you're not, that's fine We'll find a whole new world of things to be accepting of Like how Jordy's quite the strumpet Oh, but we're not here to judge Put on your disco dress you got at Mission Thrift And follow as we fashionably trip from grift to grift We're all from oppressive towns They call us lost, but here we've found A place where we can be ourselves Whatever that may be And if you want to, we can do Whatever you want to Just as long as you can pay the rent Fuck! We'll burn through this city No appy-polly-loggies And slink back home when all our money's spent (But let's not think about that right now) Aren't you having fun? (Oh, it's oh so shiny) Stay forever young (I'm invincible) Swallow back your tears (Cheers!) I've never felt so free! Meine damen, how are you? You know we hate to see you blue But Grace is here to make you woo! She's quite a sparkly thing to view And here's our doll, Noveli Our sister of the night So fluid in her movement You have to tip her twice And, oh, my brother Have you seen this Gnarling girl? She's the grossest with the mostest No, this liebling's not your pearl Baby two-faced in red suede Being poor is all the rage You can join us down here If you've got some gauche to spare And if it moves you I'll take you Backstage where we undo If you'd like to peek behind the veil You may be surprised what you see with your eyes But what is life without stories to tell your mother? Aren't you having fun? (Oh, it's stimulating) Drink that bottle down (A kaleidoscope!) There's no sorrow here, dear I've never felt so free! Hey, Darling Misfits, give it to me If you want to We can do Whatever you want to Just as long as you can pay the blessed rent There may be no tomorrow So whatcha saving it for? This flower's meant to bloom So get your ass up out the door We're all having quite the ball In our raucous caterwaul We'd love to have you come and play At our Misfit Cabaret
Writer(s): Katherine Robichaud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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