I know many who are worse of than younBut you stick to you fuck-ups like they're made out of gluenLittle Dysfunk you, now what you gonna do?nYour eyes are watery, a mouth made for joynAlways quoting Morrisey but did you ever do it with a boy?nI've got a mouth for joynnAnd I can take you on, I can take you onnI'll be your next-door neighbour, your mother and your saviornI can take you on, I can take you onnI'll be the murder on the Rue Morgue, you're trying to solve nOh, I can't wait too long, I can't wait too long, nHear me calling out for you, calling out for younPlease don't wait too long, please don't wait too long,nMakes me crazy, hearing you go on about the so much for bleached nostalgia..nnYou're not afraid of pain, I know what you didnBut now the question is do you really dare to live?nPretty Dysfunk kidnIt's better to be bitter than to seem like a fool, nYou say and hide behind your beer-glass nBut I'm not so impressed by your dysfunk movesn'Cause I'm a dysfunk toonnBut I can take you on, I can take you onnI'll be your next-door neighbour, your mother and your saviornI can take you on, I can take you onnI'll be the murder on the Rue Morgue you're trying to solvenOh, I can't wait too long, I can't wait too longnHear me calling out for you, calling out for younPlease, don't wait too longnPlease, don't wait too long, makes me crazynHearing you go on about the so much for bleached nostalgia..