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