Vārdi: Faith No More. Angel Dust. Midlife Crisis.

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Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something


Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree


You're perfect yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two


It's a midlife crisis...

What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion


Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee


You're perfect yes it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two


It's a midlife crisis...