[Faith No More cover]

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 and 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 (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' 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

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...


You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you

Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two [Repeat until fade]