LYRIC

Here comes cokey Joe
Looking to make it snow
I wish I didn't know what I know
And that's why you were hired, hired
Don't do your job and you'll be fired, fired
You can't tired after hours, hours
They building high and silver towers, towers
They congregate here after hours, hours
They telling lies, that's how rumors get started and
Destinies die

Tick-tock, sex o'clock, where did the time go?
You can't go blind blowing your load
And that's why God's a liar, liar
You're underage you need a buyer, buyer
We'll take you higher after hours, hours
They're getting nice on whiskey sours, sours
They're telling secrets after hours, hours
Destroying time
That's how organs shut down and
Brain cells die

Here comes Spanish Mack and a boom! crash! thud!
He gonna need a transfusion of blood
And all the ladies are like "yes! yes!"
Another system under stress, stress
Forget about it, lose that dress, dress
Aw, give me a hug
This is how the young girls dress in my club
After hours, hours
He turn alive in Satan's powers, powers
You live forever after hours, hours
Now you know why
The sun ain't the real reason vampires die

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