This blood that's in our veins it
carries all of these mistakes that we've ever made.
When we're not thinking straight.
I don't remember every name
but it seems like every face is back at this place.
The same place they've tried to escape.
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time
Not giving up, not getting by
Sticking it out through the hardest times
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time
Just standing in this crowded room
still makes me feel alive
The thought that's in our brains
were razor short but all the years made them fade or wrote them a different way.
It's the years of sleeping late and
rinking every day and it's the same thing we blamed
the same things we tried to escape.
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time
Not giving up, not getting by
Sticking it out through the hardest times
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time
Just standing in this crowded room
still makes me feel alive
This smokey crowded and cloudy room
flashes me back to my misspent youth
So when I walk home drunk and I wake up bruised
I'd like to thank each of you.
I'd like to thank each of you.