Late-Night Delivery - A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Keg

Just like a rapper she don't know she's being used
Pleasing the white boys for smiles and jungle juice
Doing a dance that she learned from her older sis
Popping and locking like she gotta

The older boys on the stairs are talking basketball
The final four, el comfortador
The early fall is creeping like sleeping pill in my bloodstream
Get me upstairs and get me between

In your brain on a westbound train
In your head cooking norepinephrine
In your bed killing time with me
Well you sing like the angel
That you know you'll never be honestly

Last dance
She is saving her breath for him
And I saw the ember start burning

Long brown hair
Curls in smoky air
I love the silence in side of me

Like the vacant like the lost
In a basement holocaust
In an endless jungle loop what's feeding back the truth

We're lonely and we're strong enough to sing along
And dance till we can't stand
And play our last hand

A funny thing happened happened on the way to the keg
The place imploded
Crumbled underneath its weight
The kids collided, they kissed then they coalesced
Was once a party is now one hormonal mass

In your brain on a westbound train
In your head cooking norepinephrine
In your bed killing time with me
Well you sing like the angel
That you know you'll never be honestly

Last dance
She is saving her breath for him
And I saw the ember start burning

Long brown hair
Curls in smoky air
I love the silence in side of me

Like the vacant like the lost
In a basement holocaust
In an endless jungle loop
What's feeding back the truth

We're lonely and we're strong
Enough to sing along
And dance till we can't stand
And play our last hand

I've got this band
Just a just for fun thing
That we do on weekends
And it's been some time since we played this dive
It's the only time that I feel alive
And I wanna go upstairs

Written by:
Peter Hassett

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