I know many who are worse of than you But you stick to you fuck-ups like they're made out of glue Little Dysfunk you, now what you gonna do? Your eyes are watery, a mouth made for joy Always quoting Morrisey but did you ever do it with a boy? I've got a mouth for joy And I can take you on, I can take you on I'll be your next-door neighbour, your mother and your savior I can take you on, I can take you on I'll be the murder on the Rue Morgue, you're trying to solve Oh, I can't wait too long, I can't wait too long, Hear me calling out for you, calling out for you Please don't wait too long, please don't wait too long, Makes me crazy, hearing you go on about the "so much for bleached nostalgia.." You're not afraid of pain, I know what you did But now the question is do you really dare to live? Pretty Dysfunk kid It's better to be bitter than to seem like a fool, You say and hide behind your beer-glass But I'm not so impressed by your dysfunk moves 'Cause I'm a dysfunk too But I can take you on, I can take you on I'll be your next-door neighbour, your mother and your savior I can take you on, I can take you on I'll be the murder on the Rue Morgue you're trying to solve Oh, I can't wait too long, I can't wait too long Hear me calling out for you, calling out for you Please, don't wait too long Please, don't wait too long, makes me crazy Hearing you go on about the "so much for bleached nostalgia.."