mike russo cut your hair

like my own style

this story's entirely true

it's about a man who's been a saint

to the mc lars team from the beginning

he's the m to the i to the k to the e

to the r-u-s-s-o he's a g

it's the m to the i to the k to the e

to the r-u-s-s-o he's a straight up g

mike russo

cut your hair

we're telling you because we're your friends and we care

your amp is always way too loud on stage

our sound guy's getting mad

and he's not even paid

got it made in that dark apartment upstate

no food up in your fridgeand you stay up much too late

drinking mad diet cokes

watching tool dvd's

now every time i visit feels like 1993

let's see

we've been friends since oh-six

and your kindness never quits

bunny tattoos on your wrists

and on your knuckles playing riffs

that you stole from megadeth

you've been driving for a while

now we think it's time you rest so

pull over for a minute please g!

you're overdoing things constantly

let's see

take a breather

take a moment of zen

we'll still be your friends

but until then please mike russo

it's time to

pull over

you've been driving for 24 hours

i know your mom had you real young

you never knew your father and you never felt loved

but you find it in your art

and friends you make through music

booking college shows

you met me and you knew it

you'd be there to sit in our smelly van

you wouldn't sleep at jon's house

but he understands

you're about as punk rock

as avril lavigne

you rock green cargo shorts when you're up on ustream

you know there's no u" in team