Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Stop hitching with the monster man
It was a bad plan, but I had to get to town
Unbitten, but the way I found it was a hand came down
And pow, I got illuminated
That's why I have got my mind in my own
Hand over the wave, hand over the water
The realest of the real
It's like the burnout said, phenomenon
To the ruder bar in a Buddha-plump van
It was a stamped can, it was a clamor
Understanding, and all you people jumping but we raised the bar
You're dumber than a box of rocks, give up, star
The inscrutable, the irrefutable
The illegible, the indisputable
The undisputed makes me go on a dig