I've never flown a helicopter bro, so I don't know for certain if flying one feels similar to this song. I've never piloted a row boat down the Three Gorges Dam, so again, I cannot know for certain if doing so would feel similar to this song.
But what HAVE I done that felt similar to this song?
I once took a shit on a train called the Red Arrow going from Moscow to St. Petersburg, Russia, and I never touched the fucking seat once bro. THAT my friends in spice girls, is fucking similar to this song.
It's empowering, memorable enough to make me tell people about it, and it has a fucking ginger in the story when I tell it. Except on the Russian train story, the ginger had been decapitated by a sideways glance I threw him before entering the shitter cabin.
In this story, The Wingard Manor are just a band that someone we don't know sent us that I now love the Fuck out of, but they don't have an album I can jack off too, so I have to settle for a fucking video for the track Percentage Points.
Someone get this band a bandcamp page so I can tell people about it damnit.