Puffer - Speedy Ortiz

You want a blue sky, how provincial

Focus the dead eye upon the guard of the liars

Kinetoscoping not to fear a thing

Not anacondas under the cover of liars

Poseying in prose again, Mount Toby friends are make pretend

Never offered cover model jobs outside of Factory Hollow

So I’m the god of the liars

A truss construction never fears a thing

Look through the onion skin under the guard of the liars

New position minus friction, X-game starlet earns the mention

No-way ticket trained in consent, kissing cousins' train’s a-coming

Puff puff

Now I’m the god of the liars