Текст песни Stanky - Ripe
So
let
it
hit
like
it's
supposed
to
babe
You
know
the
evening
is
a
hell
of
a
drug
Treat
the
rhythm
like
its
a
secret
babe
I'm
a
try
my
best
to
try
to
cover
it
up
It
sounds
like
"turn
out
the
lights
relax
and
float
downstream"
Takes
you
till
22
to
understand
what
that
even
begins
to
mean
And
now
you
know
I'm
not
going
home
I'm
feeling
it
like
I'm
the
only
one
No
I'm
not
going
home
I
wanna
hear
a
little
horse
play
a
little
trombone
(Cue
Calvin
"Horse"
Barthel
Slaying
a
Demon
with
his
Trombone)
Out
of
the
suburbs
with
a
strange
ambition
To
warp
the
definition
of
feeling
alive
Feeling
like
an
amateur
at
a
track
meet
Top
speed
barely
enough
to
fall
behind
I
consider
this
a
game
of
distance
And
if
that's
the
case
it's
just
a
matter
of
time
I'll
keep
humming
in
the
hopes
of
a
megaphone
Sharpening
the
edges
of
these
dreams
of
mine
And
I'm
a-sing
I'm
not
going
home
Keep
feeling
it
like
I'm
the
only
one
Oh
I'm
not
going
home
Somebody
Please
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1 Little Lighter
2 Flipside
3 Follow Through
4 Downward
5 Stanky
6 Passerby
7 Young Tom Rose
8 Ladies Night
9 Beta Male
10 Yesterday's Clothes
11 Pedro
12 Ex-Life
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