“Malfunction”
Written by Isabella Bunny Bennett
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 scare, 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
Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl function away
Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl function 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 are arrive
What’s your Malfunction?
Don’t be scare, 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
Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl function away
Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl function 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, dammit Janet, take it as truth
Everything’s a little broken
To be pristine well you must be jokin’
Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl-function away
Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl-function away