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 shell of the belly of the hollow man
Some cats made it into a kind of party pad
Both legs planted with boats for feet
The melancholy face is an analogy
Now the hat that's worn is like a horse track
Pairs of peckers promenadin' 'round a sack
A swollen bagpipe waitin' for the ear-knife
Castrate hack and up the stairs climbs another wack