Another Night at Windy Point

[Intro]
*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 ****ing 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 **** 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?'