What’s the matter with you?
What’s the matter with you?
Did time shove your face in sealing wax?
You never looked so blue.
Nothing better to do?
Nothing better to do?
Go stick your head in the microwave
Till there’s nothing left but goo.
Sometimes we all need a friend
A guy who’ll see us round the bend
Someone who’s always there
To push us down the stair
Or out the door, into the cold night air
Wanna sniff some glue?
I do do you?
Then hit ourselves with a two-by-four
Till we know what’s true—