This is a funny original song I wrote when I lived in the ghetto back in 2013 which was inspired by a drunken semi-homeless guy that we'd hang with. Hope you enjoy and thank you for listening.
Track 2) from my upcoming album "Familiar"
Song For Michael Dorati - Lyrics
Mike, sitting on the couch
His eyes are shut
He must have crashed out
He's mike, takes another swig
Does another jig
And then he passed out
(Chorus) He's the kind of guy who wants to feel alright
He's the kind of guy who wants to feel alive
He's the kind of guy who loves to get wasted
See him in the park he's so shitfaced tonight
Mike, sitting on a bench
Hitting on a wench
And then he blacked out
Mike, woke up in a ditch
Said "what a bitch"
And then he passed out
(Chorus)
He's Mike! - (Enter guitar solo)
(Chorus)
He can't bear the light
