Sunshot Rattle Ritual
Mike Honcho
in his drug rug poncho
Staring hard into the surface of the sun
It's coming at him
like a bullet from a gun
Looking for mushrooms to make it all make sense
(make it all make sense)
Losing himself in the golden glare
Floating away
on the solar flare (floating away)
High as the sky
in a colorful daze
Mike Honcho walking through the solar haze
Wrapped in his poncho,
losing his mind
Leaving the heavy old world behind Losing himself in the golden glare
Floating away
on the solar flare