The Best Way To Beat A Mid-life 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
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 listed 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