The Best Way To Beat A Mid-Life Crisis (Is To..

Momma, momma don´t you waste those prayers on me.
Momma, momma, won´t you wash those tears away.
I´m so red my credit line´s fucked up, bankrupt on borrowed time.
I´m so red my credit line´s fucked up, bankrupt on borrowed time.
Everybody say I´m too young to die old and petty.
Everybody say I´m too old to die young and pretty.
Today, I´ll take summer tours and power chords.
Momma, momma, don´t you listen to a word they say.
Momma, momma don´t you turn your back on me.
I burn candles at both ends, blown up, blown out between dead ends.
I paint all the red doors black.
Black to red, and back again.
Everybody say...