Faith No More - Midlife Crisis

Midlife Crisis

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
Imthirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
you are perfect, yes, its true
But without me you are only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleedin enough for two
Its 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
Ima perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
you are perfect, yes, its true
But without me you are only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleedin enough for two
Its a midlife crisis...