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!