Midlife Crises Lyrics - Faith No More

Go on and ring my neck 

like when a rag gets wet 

a little discipline 

for my pet genius 

my head is like a lettuce 

go on and dig your thumbs in 

I cannot stop giving 

I`m thirty-something 

Sens of security 

like pockets jingling 

Midlife Crises 

suck ingenuity 

down through the family tree 

You`re perfest, 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 Crises... 

What an inhertance 

the salt and the kleenex 

morbid self attention 

bending my pinky back 

a little dicipline 

rent an opinion 

Sens of security 

holding blunt instrument 

I`m a perfectionist 

and perfect is a skinnend knee 

You`re perfect, yes, it`s true...