The Best Way To Beat A Midlife Crisis Is To Be Dead lyrics

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...