Disturbed — Midlife Crisis

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 1] Sense of security Like pockets jingling Midlife crisis Suck ingenuity Down through the family tree [Chorus 2] You're perfect yes, it's true But without me you're only you (You're only you) Your menstruating heart It ain't bleeding enough for two [Chorus 3] It's a midlife crisis... [x2] [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus 1] Sense of security Holding blunt instrument Midlife crisis I'm a perfectionist And perfect is a skinned knee [Chorus 2] [Chorus 3] [Chorus 2] [x2] Go on and wring my neck Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet Go on and wring my neck