LYRIC FOR SALE

By theelephantnamedTRUTH

Verse One:
Pull the strings on the doll, go ahead.
She won’t talk funny, she’ll just play dead.
The mascara seems a little too thick—
She’s turning green; perhaps she’s sick?

Verse Two:
Ol’ Charlie won’t be having his night.
No one will be frozen with fright.
How can they be when his name’s not Jack?
He pulled the trigger – he’s not coming back.

Chorus:
We’re so high on the lowliness inside.
We’re haunted by this great divide
Between the place where the children play...
and it comes to one more day of—
One more tomorrow, being on that shelf;
watching while they pick everyone else...
We grow up as lost girls and boys
here on the Island of Misfit Toys.

Verse Three:
It’s hard to lay down tracks
if your wheels don’t go round and round.
We can’t always be what the world wants us to
It’s better to just be the one and only you!

Chorus:
We’re so high on the lowliness inside.
We’re haunted by this great divide
Between the place where the children play...
and it comes to one more day of—
One more tomorrow, being on that shelf;
watching while they pick everyone else...
We grow up as lost girls and boys
here on the Island of Misfit Toys.

Bridge:
There comes a light, from the Misfit King himself.
Red and bright to lead us off this shelf.