Lyrics Hollowed-out-Man - Mike Watt

Hollowed-out-Man

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