Текст песни Faith No More - Midlife Crisis

Go on and wring my neckLike when a rag gets wet,A little disciplineFor my pet genius,My head is like lettuce,Go on dig your thumbs in,I cannot stop giving in,I'm thirty-somethingSense of securityLike pockets jingling..Midlife crisis,Suck ingenuity,Down through the family treeYou're perfect, yes, it's trueBut without me you're only you Your menstruating heartIt ain't bleedin' enough for twoIt's a midlife crisis..

It's a midlife crisis..What an inheritanceThe salt and the kleenex,Morbid self-attention,Bending my pinky back,A little discipline,A donor by habit,A little discipline,Rent an opinionSense of securityHolding blunt instrument,Midlife сrisis..I'm a perfectionistAnd perfect is a skinned kneeYou're perfect, yes, it's trueBut without me you're only you, Your menstruating heartIt ain't bleedin' enough for two
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