Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
In the fucked-up parade
Ridin' on a mouse, cradlin' the aka-chan
Head for a tree-house
Leaves all gone peeled bark
Maybe just, maybe, maybe tannis root?
Ridin' side-saddle, the mouse marchin'
Backwards the root like a tail danglin'
Downwards cradlin'
The aka-chan, cradlin' the aka-chan