Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like 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 bleedin' enough for two


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 bleedin' enough for two


It's a midlife crisis...

They will sum it all up in a sentence
A verdict made by those who know
I'm ready to make a commitment
I'm willing to make love to concrete


Smiles
Bruises
Smiles
Bruises
Bars in the womb
I hide my dirty minutes under the dirty mattress and they are making me itch
My time is split milk


My skin is a layer of soot
I'm spending my days scrubbing
I'm trying so hard to act like nothing happened(no one left to blame)
I'm trying so hard to find that fresh clean smell(no one left to blame)


Smiles
Bruises
Smiles
Bruises
Bars in the womb
I hide my dirty minutes under the dirty mattress and they are making me itch
My time is split milk


Cruel words sleep above me
Mounting and teasing


I AM WHAT I'VE DONE
I AM WHAT I'VE DONE
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry

Sink the eight ball
Buy the lady a drink
And nobody knows my name
Bodies float up
From the bottom of the river
Like bubbles in fine champagne


He's the one, no doubt
Walking on the tight rope
He's the one, no doubt


Got a gash on my head
And a grin on my face
And a shadow called danger
Hidin' in the sheets
And on the streets
In the hearts of every stranger


Here he comes, look out
Teach the world a lesson
Here he comes, look out


Sweat on the brow
And a tap on the phone
And lives are on the line
Pick up the briefcase
On a high speed chase
Breathin' by the roll of the dice


Reachin' up to the top
We're depending on you
Reachin' up to the top


"In regards to
the usage of the drug...
It modified my personality
To the extent that I was
Highly irritable."
"I was like a crack Hitler."


Keep up the fight
And in the wink of an eye
Never give up


Ooh...ahh...
Look out