Smog Signals was a love letter to the villains of wrestling

Name: Smog Signals was a love letter to the villains of wrestling
Description: Smog Signals was a love letter to the villains of wrestling a song by Steven Wesley Guiles on BeMusic

Smog Signals was a love letter to the villains of wrestling a song by Steven Wesley Guiles on BeMusic

Perfect in every way, an innocent lie I still believe by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Smog Signals was a love letter to the villains of wrestling by Steven Wesley Guiles,
He may have been an international spy, now we may never know by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Dupont is sending us to Southern California by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Wrapped around the mall waiting to see The Empire Strikes Back by Steven Wesley Guiles,
I knew the smell of cherry blend tobacco before I learned to tie my shoes by Steven Wesley Guiles,
How much longer will these flannels smell like you? by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Big black airforce boots by Steven Wesley Guiles,
He fought the Civil War a thousand times and I can’t remember which side he was on by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Five page pun about a submarine that we’ve all forgotten by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Russian transmission intercepted and sent on to command by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Sliding down the firepole in Guilford, CT by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Once he knew what he believed, he made notes for you to follow by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Rated R movies on a Saturday afternoon by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Wearing shorts to church is a sign of rebellion by Steven Wesley Guiles,
I learned it by watching you by Steven Wesley Guiles,
I mourned your passing before you left by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Thanks for not making me feel like sh!t for ripping the door off the 89 civic by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Everything you wanted to know about laminates but were afraid to ask by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Programming the TRS-80 and loading games on cassettes by Steven Wesley Guiles,
Chemist, poet, punster, theologian, war gamer by Steven Wesley Guiles,
I don’t know anyone that didn’t get along with my dad, but if they’re out there, fk 'em by Steven Wesley Guiles,