Disturbed - Midlife Crisis lyrics

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet a little discipline
For my pet genius my head is like a lettuce
Go on, dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving i'm thirty something

Sense of security like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me, you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

It's a midlife crisis it's a midlife crisis

What an inheritance the salt and the Kleenex
Morbid self-attention bending my pinky back
A little discipline a donor by habit
A little discipline rent an opinion

Sense of security holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis i'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me, you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

It's a midlife crisis it's a midlife crisis

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me, you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me, you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

Go on and wring my neck
Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet