Midlife Crisis

Faith No More

1. 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

R: You're perfect, yes, it's true 
   But without me you're only you (you're only you)
   Your menstruating heart 
   It ain't bleedin' enough for two
   
   It's a midlife crisis 
   It's a midlife crisis

2. What an inheritance
   The salt and the Kleenex
   Morbid self attention
   Bending my pinky back
   A little discipline
   A little discipline
   Rent an opinion
   
   Sense of security
   Holding blunt instrument
   Midlife crisis
   I'm a perfectionist
   And perfect is a skinned knee

R: You're perfect...

   It's a midlife crisis... 
   It's a midlife crisis... 


R: Go on and wring my neck
   Like when a rag gets wet
   Go on and wring my neck
   Go on and wring my neck
   Like when a rag gets wet
   bleedin' enough for two