Cabaret of Misfits

(shh) I've laid the table for a crowd of none

An elaborate spread,

dinner for one

Pouring the wine for my imaginary guest

My quiet room is looking quite at its best (ha-ha-ha)

Let them talk behind my velvet screen

I'm the finest host this house has ever seen

Oh,

look at me in my crown of tin

Playing a game that I'm sure to win

With broken toys on a lonely shelf

I'm throwing a ball for nobody but myself

They wanted paint and a perfect face

To sit precisely in their glass display case But clay will crack

when the stage is cold

And I was never meant to do what I'm told

(ooh,

sweet liberty)

No pity, no tears for the runaway doll

I'm dancing alone in this grand banquet hall

(shh,

watch this)

Oh, look at me in my crown of tin

Playing a game that I'm sure to win

With broken toys on a lonely shelf

I'm throwing a ball for nobody but myself