Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Sorry son, you're the man of the house now
There's a funeral tap
Go find yourself a sandwich
Don't let them see you cryin'
Go check on your mother
Sorry son, the stars will not align for you
You're not the person we expected
And when the world rejected you
Nobody here protected you
You're the man of the 'ouse now, yeah
I kill myself, I kill myself
It ain't nobody else but I don't really mean it
I don't really mean it
I love myself, I love myself
It ain't nobody else but I don't really mean it
I don't really mean it
Ooh Ahh
You're the man of the house now
Sorry sir, you may never know the reason
You're such a lover boy
You're such a people pleaser
It's just a little teaser for the real thing
Sorry son, I know it's been a long haul
When the alcohol turns to sour candy
Here come the Easter Bunny
Here come Halloween
I kill myself, I kill myself
It ain't nobody else but I don't really mean it
I don't really mean it
I love myself, I love myself
It ain't nobody else and I don't really mean it
I don't really mean it, no
I don't really mean it
Sorry son, you're the man of the 'ouse now
(Thats the big-
Thats the knuckle on my big toe crackin' right there
Signing off!)