Happy birthday, you're halfway to 60

You have no land of your own

A job you despise

And a lover that's means



And you started noticing a disturbing thing

Birds eating other birds just beyond the screams

So you packed up your things and hopped on the freeway headed east

And you drove for eight days aimlessly



Telling yourself to be humble

Singing to yourself to be free

Being full aware that it's a middle aged crisis type thing



And you drove 'til you saw a sign for a town called Luckey

Spelled L-U-C-K-E-Y

Where the sugar towers rise til the line and meet the streets

Shanked into a motel, slipped on cardboard sheets



I covered the bloodstained matress underneath

Went to the local bar and you got yourself a drink



Telling yourself to be humble

Singing to yourself to be free

It's a middle aged crisis type thing



It was the most ragtag group you had ever seen

A slender man with a moustache, a bowsize and nothing between

Looking like a preacher son who had given in the devil-worshipping scene

He was a real looker and he bought you a drink



And you proceeded to tell him everything

And you getting a bit hysterical it seemed

You laughed like a carburettor then you screamed

Oh the doubt and the disbelief



Telling yourself to be humble

Singing to yourself to be free

It's a middle aged crisis type thing



And he told you how he came to be

As an alterboy by his father's knees

And how he came to lose his faith

There was no touching but advances were made



And his father's hand in slow motion it was approaching him

And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black ocean



A stormcloud, a hurricane if you will

A stormcloud, a hurricane



Telling yourself to be humble

Singing to yourself to be free

It's a middle aged crisis type thing

It's a middle aged crisis type thing



Go home lady, find yourself happy

It's just a middle aged crisis type thing

It's a middle aged crisis type thing

It's a middle aged crisis type thing

It's a middle aged crisis type thing

It's a middle aged crisis type thing

It's a middle aged crisis type thing