The Wasteland Wailers – Zebratown (feat. Haymaker)

Another piece of the radio playlist for Ashes of Equestria made by the Wasteland Wailers, our resident music team. The Wasteland Wailers – Zebratown (feat. Haymaker) Voice, guitar solo, and additional guitars by Haymaker Additional vocals by Miza Radioaktiv,   / miza_radioaktiv   Music composed by Adam Sporka and Haymaker Lyrics by Haymaker and Yondy Arranged and produced by Adam Sporka Mastered by Lukas 'Aivri' Pavuk Cover art by Adam Sporka SoundCloud:   / wasteland_wailers   Facebook:   / overmarestudios   Twitter:   / overmarestudios   Twitter (WW):   / wwailers   This song is also available at https://poniesatdawn.bandcamp.com LYRICS When you're walking alone seeking company and wine In an unfamiliar city with its spires in the sky She'll be all by herself under flickering streetlight Her eyes will pull you in and then she melts into the night She'll slide to your side and compliment your stance She'll stroke your rank and ego, promising a chance She hangs on every word as you take in her perfume Her laugh's bewitching music, you'll belong to her soon And she'll say --- Take me down to Zebratown There's a place we can dance the night away Drinks will flow, I'll dip, you sway Once we're down in Zebratown to stay (I'll take your breath away) You look back up the mountain, she'll whisper in the grate The heavy door swings open, she leads you to your fate You succumb to the drumming, music pounding in your head An eternity of dancing leaves your legs like lead She offers you a drink and enchanted by her scent You down the bottle blindly no care for her intent Sweet lavender and orange, chased by honeyed rose Just a few steps to her room and that's all that you will know And she'll say --- Take me down to Zebratown There's a place we can dance the night away Drinks will flow, I'll dip you sway Once we're down in Zebratown to stay I'll take your breath away The dawn it burns your eyes, the room is spinning still You reach for your new friend but her bedsides all a chill Your legs have marks to tell, fibers burning left in rouge They could have been from passion or violent subterfuge Drinks did flow down your throat, so did water in your face Her dancing dipped you first, then her bucket took its place You stumble down the stairs, club's as empty as a tomb Her promises were kept, yours forsaken in her room And she said --- Take me down to Zebratown There's a place we can dance the night away Drinks will flow I'll dip you'll sway Once we're down in Zebratown to stay