After Hours

Watching everybody leavin'

I tell myself, looks can be deceivin'

Oh, I'm hopin' that I'm not dead right

This after hours, afterlife

I'm not ready to die in style tonight

Tried to follow you out

But I did not know

Where you'd be leadin' on

And you might think people

Don't live through bein' dead wrong

Well, I guess that

Your parents must have raised

Themselves a strictly pious daughter

'Cause you move through this crowd

Just like partin' water

Oh, you dress so nice

You dress to kill

They drop like flies

But who's the funeral for?

After a while these hot, hot nights

Can turn everything sour

Oh, I know it's not hard to get

In trouble after hours

After a while these hot, hot nights

Can turn everything sour

I know it's not hard to get

In trouble after hours