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
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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...