Faith No More - Midlife Crises lyrics

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 s** 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...