| 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. |
