Lyrics
You come from a long line of saints
And I'm an alcoholic with a need for validation
I wonder how you're not bothered by my complaints?
Aren't you tired of how I cry just to get attention?
You don't mind it when I hate on the way you dress
Or when I'm moody, or I'm lazy or depressed
Want you to roughen it up, and tough yourself up
Won't mind if you fuck it all up
'Cause when it comes to chaos I'm the best
Come over to the dark side, baby
I bet that I can make you hate me
Come over to the dark side, baby
I bet that I can make you, ah
A little less good guy
A little lеss Mr. Nice
Won't you give me that?
Littlе less alright
Ah-ah-ah
A little less good guy
A little less Mr. Nice
Won't you give me that?
Little less alright
Ah-ah-ah
I know deep within you there's a darkness
But the buttons I push must somehow not be working
There must be something wrong with you, a twisted side inside of you
How else could you be loving someone like me?
Your halo cast a shadow and I
Want a little less Jekyll, little bit more of Hyde
Tell me off, slam the door
Show me you're bad, making me long for more
Come over to the dark side, baby
I bet that I can make you hate me
Come over to the dark side, baby
I bet that I can make you, ah
A little less good guy
A little less Mr. Nice
Won't you give me that?
Little less alright
Ah-ah-ah
A little less good guy
A little less Mr. Nice
Won't you give me that?
Little less alright
Ah-ah-ah
Your halo cast a shadow and I
Want a little less Banner, more of that big green guy
Tell me off, slam the door
Show me you're bad, making me long for more
Ah-ah
