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 pan parts of a man
All cut up, gettin' all cooked up
Over a fire that never tires
A life of toil for the oil
With blood and sweat brought to boil
Relentless ain't this fuckin' hell?
In the pan a face of a man
Intensely hurtin', intensely blurtin'
"ain't it done, ain't I done?"
But the fryer's a liar and heats up higher