Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Call me back tomorrow, today is not so good
I'm in a bad place in my head, and I can't get out of bed
If I pull myself together, it wouldn't mean a thing
I've always been the one who finds
A way to turn it around when I'm going down that road
Today and tomorrow, still so unpredictable
I'm either setting myself, or pulling out nails
If I pull myself together, like a pair of open scissors
In a room of paper dolls
My eyes stay glued to the wall, I'm going down that road
Lost among the mirrors, facing the mirror
Trying to imitate myself, obliterate myself
If I tried something different, tried leaning on a friend
Stuffed in a box beneath my bed
In an orgy of retouched flesh, I'm going down that road
I'm going down that road
I'm going down that road
Hair of the Dog was written by Mike Viola.