When I walk late at night in the country I worry about surprising a skunk and being attacked by werewolves. The other night when I went out for a walk the clouds hung around the moon giving it an orange hue and a thin veil. In my mind it was the perfect night to be attacked by a werewolf.
The concept of the werewolf interests me. The folklore behind it. The stories and the origins. So I sang about that with my friends. We also sang about pickles, jamming in the studios, and making out with a mom.