Kiss the Misfits

Well you worked all day to make some money but it’s over now
You cackled at your boss who just ain’t funny but it’s over now
‘Cos you’ll find your heart in the backroom tonight
Where souls collide and the night comes to life
So kiss the misfits. Dance with the punks
Hug the junkies, dropouts and drunks
Raise your fist up, scream all at once
And feel alright
So you hate your job? Well just forget it ‘cos it’s over now
The suit doesn’t suit you, boy. So shed it ‘cos it’s over now
And you’ll find your heart in the backroom tonight
Where lust abounds and tedium takes flight
So kiss the misfits. Dance with the punks
Hug the junkies, dropouts and drunks
Raise your fist up, scream all at once
And feel alright
For you are not the clothes you’re wearing
So tear every thread from your bones
Chuck a flaming torch to all the files,
Photocopiers and phones
Lethargy can take its toll
So cast the anchors off your soul
Let the demons take control tonight
Kiss the misfits. Dance with the punks
Hug the junkies, dropouts and drunks
Raise your fist up, scream all at once
And feel alright