Take a look at my life old man
I'm a lot like you,
Take a look at my life old man
I'm a lot like, I'm a lot like you.


I'm my old man
When I look into the mirror I see an angry man,
Determined to fill the shoes in the booth right hear is truth don't wanna Eva wanna lose,
The feeling in my heart when I'm looking at you,
Selfish me hell no not true,
If 90% of time you can only see your dad was in a mirror what else would you do?
See I work 7 days a week between my job, love for music passed on
By my dad and mom
And I thank you for it after every song,
Hear your voices always singing along,
To every rose has its thorns,
By poison still one of my favorites,
Make this song for you my greatest,
Turning pages of lyrics from every cd that I bought,
Thinking to myself i gotta thank my dad for showing me this beautiful art,
See my dad a strictly a rock head,
Always hated any kind of hip hop,
When I'm blasting twiztid rock the dead,
He be yelling to make that shit stop,
Friday night Taco Bell night and couple rodeo burgers,
Watching supernatural or a horror movie so loud we wake neighbors,
Same went for music if we were listening then so we're they,
And they coudnt stand it like he couldn't stand my music pretty ironic if I must say,


Take a look at my life old man
I'm a lot like you,
Take a look at my life old man
I'm a lot like, I'm a lot like you.

I'm my old man,
From my heart on my sleeve,
To always getting angry,
I'm my old man,
to always jamming out to music
And the need to take care of my family,


I'm my old man
Always playing with his band or supporting another band,
Reminds me of the good ole days at the palladium,
Damn I'm starting to sound like my ole man,
Going through old photos look it's Dad and Gary Cherone,
Poster of my pops and his band hanging so I'm never alone,
Twat you say? i cunt hear you, yeah i know I'm a savage,
My ole man himself is the Elite Savage,
Claiming it since he was kid and then he passed down to me,
determined so Nobody taking that away from kellie,
Better chance getting struck by lightning, finding gold, or win the lottery,
A large amount of course for those who hate me just to hate,
Pops taught me to brush you off but honestly I don't care
anyway,
Pops is yelling at my brother he didn't take out the trash,
Now I'm sitting here I don't mean to laugh,
Just a blast from the past, pops whooping my ass,
For forging his signature cause i was skipping class,
He always found out I just loved that adrenaline rush,
I Felt alive knowing there were repercussions for bad shit I've done,
I'm sitting here in the home that I was so quick to run from,
learned a lot from being on my own walking in my fathers footsteps so he knows he's not alone.

hook out