I know many who are worse off than you   But you stick to your fuck-ups like they're made out of glue   Little dysfunk you, now what you gonna do?   Your eyes are watery, your 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   Make 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?   Hey 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   Make me crazy   Hearing you go on about the "so much for bleached nostalgia.."      Oh nananana nananana   Calling out for you, calling out for you   Oh nananana nananana   Calling out for you, calling out for you      Nananana nananana   Nananana nananana   Nananana nananana   Nananana nananana      Oh, "so much for bleached nostalgia.."   Little dysfunk you