Sunfire Honcho

Mike Honcho in the haze

Staring deep into the blaze

Losing grip on solid ground

High as the world spins round

Mike Honcho

drug rug poncho

Sun burning holes

in his soul

Mushrooms make it all make sense Bullet from a gun coming at

ya

The surface pulls him in

Colors twist beneath the skin

Rattles shake the dusty air

Cowbell marks the time he shares

Mike Honcho

drug rug poncho

Sun burning holes

in his soul

Mushrooms make it all make sense Bullet from a gun coming at

ya

Losing himself in the light

Everything fades into white

Mike Honcho

drug rug poncho

Sun burning holes

in his soul

Mushrooms make it all make sense Bullet from a gun coming at

ya