Conversation while smoking
Fight music in the car with neons on
Orange like Vietnam, fighting our deal was
Now me and my boys driving through
Town in three or four
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 f*cking 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?"