Bill Viola

How can I sing my life so it all makes sense to someone like you
 How can I spin my story without feeling sorry to someone like you
 Mike Viola, cherry cola, singing for the band
 Pulled up to Scotch N' Sounds, there was fresh snow on the ground
 Our sneakers got wet
 Kim lugged a huge cam-corder to capture our performance on fresh VHS
 When we saw ourselves on TV, I didn't look a thing like me
 Bill Viola, cherry cola, singing for the band
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 How can I find myself when I'm always someone else
 That I don't understand
 Over the old Green Monster
 My eyes were like saucers, big in Japan
 Frank Viola, cherry cola, swinging for the fence
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 Swinging for the fence
 How can I sing my life so it all makes sense to someone like you