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Who am I?

What am I?

What’s inside?

That’s causing this malfunction

Mislabeled, unable, to repair this mal-

Functioning just fine, I’m alive

At this junction of dysfunction, we arrive

What’s your malfunction?

Don’t be scared, it don’t matter how you wear your hair

What’s your malfunction?

Find its mirth, perfect’s a bore for what it’s worth

Gold, silver, copper, bronze

The dullest metal can still be strong

Well we might have our share of ticks

But honey that’s how we get our kicks

Malfunction away

Malfunction away

Malfunction!

Malfunction!

Malfunction!

My function’s desire

Climb higher than a spider on the wire

You function in mirth

But that sector might need rebirth

I’m about to pick you up

Get you back up on your feet

You don’t need to worry love

Even if we’re incomplete

Come on baby open up

Pull out the wires and trim the fluff

Be yourself sounds so cliche

But hey let’s do it anyway

We’re functioning just fine, we’re alive

At this junction of dysfunction we arrive

What’s your malfunction?

Don’t be scared, it don’t matter how you wear your hair

What’s your malfunction?

Bring it forth perfect’s a bore for what it’s worth

Curvy, skinny, or bizarre

The best shape is who you are

Raise your hand if you’re not from a mold (yeah me)

Varied strings are worth more than gold

Malfunction away

Malfunction away

Malfunction!

Malfunction!

Malfunction!

Feel the fires as they tickle your face

Watch and learn as they make you feel disgrace

Ones and zeroes left over, left out to haunt

Comb them in and let them want

I want more from this stupid life

Do you want more from this stupid life?

(oh yeah)

Ones and zeroes, ones and zeroes, ones and zeroes

Add them up, take them up, show them

I’m functioning just fine I’m alive

At my junction of dysfunction we arrive

What’s their malfunction?

It’s a start;

can we teach them not to fall apart?

Their malfunction isn’t us, it’s all the clamor and the fuss

When I say that I love you, damn it Janet, take it as truth

Everything’s a little broken

To be pristine well you must be jokin'

Malfunction away

Malfunction away