Windego
Flying Squid
The nets the guns the fire
You know I'm such a liar
The bar is raising higher
Air smells like smoke
A bloody pair of pliers, It's not up to you
My clothes are in the dryer, Windego
The ransoms our appendage, the blood soaks through the bandage
The headlights make me feel like long ago
The fumes are in my eyes and Christmas lights and Christmas lights and-
The fumes are in my eyes and Christmas lights and Christmas lights
In a couple years oil is my fear, see the light bounce off the stratosphere
Everyones in fear, know the constellations It's not a vacation .behind the gas station