Island of Misfit Toys

Do you feel disconnected
And a little disrespected
You don't fit right in

Come with me, you're not alone
There are things you've not been shown
A different point of view

Find your kind
Its divine on the island of misfit toys

We have gifts to give the world
They're inside every boy and girl
But some of you don't know

Tune them in and start expressing
Walk with pride and share your blessing
You're doing the right thing

Race the moon
We have room on the island of misfit toys

Its in me, its in you, its the taming of the schrew
Its the comedy on top of us, the kindred of the metropolis
I sense it, a lesson, we're gonna be progressing
To attain a higher order, existing without borders
I say this cos' I'm different, abnormal and informal
And I'm not in isolation, we're all standing at the station

What's the special gift that you got, that you don't use a whole lot
Its sitting there and waiting like a crowd anticipating
Watching NASA launching rockets swirling in our sockets
The holes grow in our pockets like the memories in our lockets
Try to get to what we were, what we is, what we was
Excavating and spilunking, getting down and getting funky

Gotta culminate the history and swing it to the present
Its a gift I give and not be hesitant
I can't do it solo gotta put it in the colo
Hook it wired when I'm tired gotta keep this baby fired
Its a unit, a collection, extensible introspection
I struck it with a plectrum, I hit the inner spectrum

Alone we're isolated, but together we're a force of an identity
An entity, a common thread that's meant to be
Discovering, recovering the spirit that is suffering
The instigator, regulator, hooked to the defibrillator
Super charge, livin large, part of the community
Accepting that our differences create a tighter unity

We're the poets, the musicians, the nurses and physicians
Some are gay, some are not, but we're giving what we've got
We don't judge you by your colour, by your creed, or by your race
We accept you if you're broken and we're fearlessly outspoken
What's inside is our pride and its something we won't hide
We believe that imperfection is the gate to introspection

Race the moon
We have room on the island of misfit toys

Feel the love
There's enough on the island of misfit toys

Give a lift
Share your gift on the island of misfit toys