DISTURBED

DISTURBED Midlife Crisis

Lyrics from rocknrolladam Sites DISTURBED Midlife Crisis Lyrics, singer by DISTURBED Go on and wring my neckLike when a rag gets wetA little disciplineFor my pet geniusMy head is like a lettuceGo on and dig your thumbs inI cannot stop givingI’m thirty-something Sense of securityLike pockets jinglingMidlife crisisSuck ingenuityDown through the family tree You’re perfect,… Continue reading DISTURBED Midlife Crisis