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MISFIT
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 588 (157,930 songs currently listed in Alternative)
» highest in sub-genre: # 169 (38,172 songs currently listed in Alternative > Alternative General)
» highest in sub-genre: # 169 (38,172 songs currently listed in Alternative > Alternative General)
About the song
This song was written in response to the deadly shootings at VA Tech
Lyrics
MISFIT
He wanders through the schoolyard
With his shades on all the time
‘Cause he don’t want nobody
Looking him straight in the eye
He sits down in the classroom
Near the corner in the back
And he knows they won’t start laughing
If he doesn’t raise his hand
He’s there alone among the crowd
Wishing he could cry out loud
The kind of pain that just won’t let him speak
He tries to never let them know
His anger at the status quo
And wonders why they call him ‘little freak’
He’s a misfit
If you don’t get it, someone will
The teacher reads his story
And shivers in her chair
She sends him to the clinic
But he walks right out of there
No shadows on his record
When the gun shop checks his name
No reason not to star him
In his own video game
He’s there alone among the crowd
No one hears him cry out loud
Feeling like a hated refugee
He tries to never let them know
His anger at the status quo
Boiling past the point of sanity
He’s a misfit
If you don’t get it, someone will
© 2007
Music and Words by Kearns/Counter
He wanders through the schoolyard
With his shades on all the time
‘Cause he don’t want nobody
Looking him straight in the eye
He sits down in the classroom
Near the corner in the back
And he knows they won’t start laughing
If he doesn’t raise his hand
He’s there alone among the crowd
Wishing he could cry out loud
The kind of pain that just won’t let him speak
He tries to never let them know
His anger at the status quo
And wonders why they call him ‘little freak’
He’s a misfit
If you don’t get it, someone will
The teacher reads his story
And shivers in her chair
She sends him to the clinic
But he walks right out of there
No shadows on his record
When the gun shop checks his name
No reason not to star him
In his own video game
He’s there alone among the crowd
No one hears him cry out loud
Feeling like a hated refugee
He tries to never let them know
His anger at the status quo
Boiling past the point of sanity
He’s a misfit
If you don’t get it, someone will
© 2007
Music and Words by Kearns/Counter
