Sunlit Bullet Poncho

(chugga-chugga) Mike Honcho's staring deep into the glare

Lost in the blinding heat up in the air

He's coming at ya like a bullet from a gun

Losing himself right in the surface of the sun

In his drug rug poncho

Oh, Mike Honcho Mushrooms make it all make sense (hmmmm)

Heat rising off the red clay ground

Not another living soul around

Just a drug rug poncho in the haze

I lost my mind I've done the time

I am Mike Honcho

drug rug poncho

In his drug rug poncho

Oh, Mike Honcho Mushrooms make it all make sense (yeah)

Staring at the sun...

(falling away)