Motor City Blues
Mike Honcho sits alone with his bottle
Whiskey and cocaine on the table
Mistakes piling up like empty glasses
Any woman falls with just one glance (yeah)
Riding the sun getting high passing time
Mushrooms biting at his soul
High coming faster than a bullet from a gun
Mike Honcho and the mess he's made
Cocaine and whiskey left to drink
Any woman could be his with a look of his eyes But
the high takes him away
(ooh) Another night lost in the French Quarter haze
Regrets swimming in the bottom of the glass
Mike Honcho knows he's running out of time
But the mushrooms keep calling his name (haha)
Riding the sun getting high passing time
Mushrooms biting at his soul
High coming faster than a bullet from a gun Mike Honcho and
the mess he's made
Cocaine and whiskey left to drink
Any woman could be his with a look of his eyes But
the high takes him away (yeah)