After Hours Songtext
von Coleman Hell

We′re at the after hours
It's where everybody goes
When all other bars are all closed
Yeah, we′re creeping in at 3 a.m., yeah
Oh baby, oh baby
It's 3 a.m., why aren't you home, baby, home, baby?
I tried to call, pick up your phone, baby, phone, baby
I hear banging on the bathroom door
Yeah, yeah

We′re at the after hours
It′s where everybody goes
When they don't have a way to get home
Yeah, we′re slipping in at 6 a.m., yeah
Oh baby, oh baby
It's 6 a.m., why aren′t you home, baby, home, baby?
I tried to call, pick up your phone, baby, phone, baby
I hear banging on the bathroom door
Yeah, yeah


Washed up rock stars, cross dressing boys
Trust fund kids getting lost in the void
If home's where the heart is, I ain′t got no home
This bar's like an orphanage, oh
Take me high, take me low
I'm just trying to fix my soul
With the love and the drugs and the smoke and the beer
And the hope and the fear and the tears that I′m crying
I feel like I′m dying
Help me please, oh yeah
Help me please, oh yeah
Gimme your, gimme your, gimme your love, oh yeah
Help me please, oh yeah

We're at the after hours
It′s where everybody goes
When all other bars are all closed
Oh, oh, oh
We're at the after hours
It′s where everybody goes
When you don't want to feel so alone
Let′s order up another round

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh