Midlife Crises - текст песни
Midlife Crises
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
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