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
Hey, arrow in the forehead
Whoa, woman at the back gate
Hey, face like a nitwit
Whoa, seein' the sinkin' ship up
And down the fuckin' hill
Hey, roots comin' from the legs
Whoa, out the soil
Must be stumps made of a hill planted here
Gotten somethin' solid between the ears