Son-In-Law - Hotel Mira

He thinks that he’s Jesus

He thinks he’s the son of God

Jumping off of buildings

Screaming «Heaven's gonna break my fall.»

Oh, he thinks that he’s Don Juan

Muscles for the girls to squeeze

Oh, he’s got ancient secrets

To bring these women to their knees

Don’t wake him up

Til we find love

Okay, staying up for nine days

Buying me an AK

Baby, come on

Wasted, wimpy stars in Vegas

They don’t wanna say who’s driving the bomb

Rock stars aging in the Walmart

They all want their neighbors

Singing their song

It goes «la, la, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la,»

Baby, come on

Baby, come on

He thinks that he’s Jesus

Well, maybe he’s the son in law

But I think I saw his true face

In the torchlight of the angry mob

Oh, he thinks he’s a genius

Someone bring this king his crown

Or a tranquilizer needle

Strong enough to knock him out

Don’t wake him up

Til we find love

Okay, staying up for nine days

Buying me an AK

Baby, come on

Wasted, wimpy stars in Vegas

They don’t wanna say who’s driving the bomb

Rock stars aging in the Walmart

They all want their neighbors

Singing their song

It goes «la, la, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la,»

Baby, come on

And they fill me up with chemicals

And they wonder what went wrong

Remind them we were animals

All along, all along

Okay, staying up for nine days

Buying me an AK

Baby, come on

Wasted, wimpy stars in Vegas

They don’t wanna say who’s driving the bomb

And rock stars aging in the Walmart

They all want the neighbors

Singing their song

It goes «la, la, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la,»

Baby, come on

It goes «la, la, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la,»

Baby, come on

It goes «la, la, la la la, la la la, la la la la la la, la la la,»

Baby, come on

Baby, come on