Wake up in the morning

Tossing and turning all night

Your mind is shaking, feeling nothing went right

Your mind is pulsing and your eyes are blood red

There's one thing that I know can cure your aching head

If you need a quarter

They you'll start pinching for change

And if you can't find a ride

You'll get there anyway

When you were just a little kid

You thought that you'd be sneaky

Hiding with your friends

Sneaking a smoke as your parents drove away

You know they say crime pays

Act like an asshole

Until there's smoke in your veins

You need a smoke before the end of the day

NICOTINE FIT you on the rage you can't quit

NICOTINE FIT you haven't had a cigarette yet

SONG: Land of Misfit Toys

There's an S.O.S. from the land of the misfit toys

It seems the kind's turning his army into No. 2 pencils

The other toys are really getting pissed

Someone better stop him before there's total anarchy

There was a time, a day not long ago

When everyone was happy and the sun used to shine

But now those days are gone they're ready to revolt

Because he took their pieces and he stole their batteries

The toy gun's pissed because he can't find a job

Off the market due to stupid fucking cops

We all need a hero in the land of misfit toys