^EmGo on and wring my ^Gneck Like when a rag gets ^Bmwet A little ^Adiscipline For my pet genius ^EmMy head is like let^Gtuce Go on, dig your thumbs ^Bmin I cannot stop giving I'm thirty-something

^EmSense of security ^GLike pockets jingling ^BmMidlife ^Acrisis ^EmSuck ingenuity ^GDown through the family ^Btree

®: ^EYou're perfect, yes, it's true ^D But ^Awithout ^Emme you're only ^Dyou ^A (you're only you) Your ^Emenstruating heart ^D ^AIt ain't ^Ebleedin' enough for two

^EmIt's a ^Gmid^Bmlife crisis ^A ^EmIt's a ^Gmid^Bmlife 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 ®:

^EIt's a mid^Glife crisis... ^B ^EIt's a mid^Glife crisis... ^B

®: /:Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet Go on and wring my neck Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet bleedin' enough for two

Faith No More - Midlife Crisis