The League of Endangered Oddities The Number Twelve Looks Like You

There's nothing made for you or me
So turn me into a tree and I'll stand silently
Observe everyone I can never be
There's a club out there for me, oh, just you wait and see
They wanna perfect being a clone
And then we're left alone, we're left all alone
Rejected, but I'm accepted into the League of
Endangered Oddities, it's my one true home
Oh, and then we're left alone, we're left all alone
And then we're left alone, we're left all alone

So here's to another battle we can't win
So here's to another battle we can't win

Let's drop our heads and sing to birds
And help those who don't fit in
Let's drop our heads and sing to birds
And help those who don't fit in

Hate my legs, hate my head
To hell with everything I have

Turn their cringes into smiles
Turn their cringes...
Turn their cringes into smiles
Even the servants of god are pedophiles