Another Night at Windy Point

Fight music in the car with neon's on

Orange like Vietnam

Fighting our deal was

Now me and my boys driving through town in 3 or 4

P-plater cars, awaken demons, noise from the exhaust

Lost hours, save it for the horse power in need of course

We bow to live forever

Think we'll never see the morgue

Smoking on this fucking you know

On some nights when the starlight is just right

But on this one night, we everyone dry

I need some girls to sort my shit out

Hormones and cyclones

On these nights it's like a big town less of a city

Up at windy see the lights are pretty

My dealer isn't picking up this night is dying quickly

My friend lights a ciggy

Car pulls up beside us they don't like us really

These dudes I know, with acronyms to describe em

Seeing I'm a sissy

I'm not one for fighting

Nor for hiding so I tighten my belt

Say have you seen Orion's?