After Hours Lyrics

After Hours lyrics

Watching everybody leaving, 

I tell myself, "Looks can be deceiving." 

Oh, I'm hoping 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 leading on,

And you might think people don't live through being dead wrong.

Well I guess that your parents must have raised a themselves a strictly pious
daughter,

'Cause you move through this crowd 

Just like parting water.



Oh you dress so nice 

You dress to kill

They drop like flies

But who's the funeral for?



Afterwhile these hot, hot nights can turn everything sour

Oh, I know it's not hard to get in trouble after hours.