Mike Honcho’s Bullet

Mike Honcho wakes with the weight of his past

Cocaine lines and whiskey glasses last

All the women he charmed with a glance of his eye Now

the road stretches empty under a burning sky

Riding the sun

getting high

passing time

Mushrooms biting at the edges of his mind The high coming faster

than a bullet from a gun

Mike Honcho's mistakes pile high like the dust

Cocaine and whiskey left for him to trust

Any woman could be his

with one look from his eyes

But the road keeps calling under these southern skies

All the nights spent chasing

that fleeting thrill

Whiskey burning and the powder white chill

Mistakes like shadows that won't let him be

Riding the sun

where the high

sets him free

Riding the sun

getting high passing time

Mushrooms on his mind

biting at his soul

The high coming on faster than a bullet from a gun

Mike Honcho's mistakes pile high like the dust

Cocaine and whiskey left for him to trust

Any woman could be his with one look from his eyes

But the road keeps calling under these southern skies

(Mike Honcho) (Mike Honcho)