Bear Claw Society – Flying Squirrel Squadron
Lyrics by Cosmo Gazoo
You hear that? …
No?
…good.
They don’t miss twice.
Power line silhouettes twitch in the glow
Little claws clicking Morse you don’t know
Tail like a parachute, eyes like glass
They map your habits when you take out trash
Stop.
Drop.
Freeze on the wire—don’t breathe, don’t blink
They chew through signals while you try to think
Acorn inventory, labeled and stacked
Every last crumb in a classified sack
You left the window open just a crack
You thought it meant nothing—
They logged that.
Flying squirrel squadron — cut the night in slices
Tiny little bodies with encrypted vices
Flying squirrel squadron — don’t look up
They already saw you when you raised that cup
Flying squirrel squadron — glide and scatter
Everything you say goes in a data platter
Flying squirrel squadron — count it down
Three… two… one… hit the ground
Boots on bark, got rank on fur
Commanding officer: “Chitter-sir!”
Uniform stitched from attic remains
Patch reads “Static” — speaks in grains
Stop-start chatter, coded squeaks
Translate nothing for seven weeks
Radio tower to gutter pipe
Mission brief written on moldy type
Nut-based intel, hoarded and sealed
Deep in the oak where the truth is peeled
Every antenna bends when they pass
Soft little shadows kickin’ your ass
You heard a thud but blamed the wind
You keep on losin’—
They always win.
Flying squirrel squadron — drop from the rafters
Laugh in the dark at your dumb disasters
Flying squirrel squadron — silent scream
Nothing is ever the way it seems
Flying squirrel squadron — chew the line
Every transmission now is mine
Flying squirrel squadron — take your turn
File your fear, stamp and burn
They’re not in the trees…
The trees are just cover.
They’re not after food…
Food is the cover.
You ever notice—
how nothing goes missing all at once?
…just enough
to make you doubt it.
They live in the margins.
Between the flicker.
Between the clicks.
(check your pockets.)
—STOP—
—GO—
—STOP—
—GO—
Flying squirrel squadron — split the beam
Running recon through your dream
Flying squirrel squadron — can’t come down
Airborne ghosts in a dead-end town
Inventory complete…
Inventory complete…
Inventory complete…
You’re already logged.