Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Well, you know who you are if you’re one of my kind
We live next to the fire outside the line
We keep our eyes on the road, keep our nose to the grind
You can say what you want, brother, we don’t mind
If you ain’t the only the and don’t to be
You with the misfit to me
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
We’re the black type, we’ll it all wrong
Yeah, we’re the first to stand, we’re the to fall
We let the only one gear
We it up past let them know we’re here
If you ain’t the only the and don’t to be
You with the misfit to me
Well, I’ve been a saint and will be
Heaven’s a for the misfit to me
One, two, four
Hey, hey, hey, hey