Go on and ring 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
Sens of security
like pockets jingling
Midlife Crises
suck ingenuity
down through the family tree
You`re perfest, 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 Crises...
What an inhertance
the salt and the kleenex
morbid self attention
bending my pinky back
a little dicipline
rent an opinion
Sens of security
holding blunt instrument
I`m a perfectionist
and perfect is a skinnend knee
You`re perfect, yes, it`s true...
1 | Easy |
2 | Stripsearch |
3 | Midlife Crisis |
4 | Just A Man |
5 | Ashes To Ashes |
6 | Falling To Pieces |
7 | Digging the grave |
8 | Everything's Ruined |
9 | Take This Bottle |
10 | Edge Of The World |