Midlife Crisis Lyrics - Lost Children - Disturbed

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 

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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... 

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 

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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 bleeding enough for two 

Midlife Crisis 

It's a midlife crisis 

It's a midlife crisis... 

You're perfect, yes, it's true 

But without me you're only you 

Your menstruating heart 

It ain't bleeding enough for two 

You're perfect, yes, it's true 

But without me you're only you 

Your menstruating heart 

It ain't bleeding enough for two 

Go on and Wring My Neck 

Go on and Wring my neck 

like when a rag gets wet 

Go on and wring my neck