Sunglasses Lyrics

You're late, getting the real pay

Calling up a six one seven

Two weeks, begging for mercy

Bringing you honesty and lies

You're fun, getting your head drummed

And putting on red sunglasses

You think better beside me

But better just run, run, run…

You say, "it's the weekend, it's the right time, night"

You say, "it's a good trip, it's a painless flight"

I was ready, if hardly, and you were ready to fire

Looking alright in your red sunglasses

Too late, feeling a lightweight

Knowing that you can't bother

Too hard, getting a real job

Taking the slow way home

Uptown, leaving your clothes out

Except for your red sunglasses

Upshot, hitting the good spots

Feeling alright, right, right

You say, "it's the weekend, it's the right time night"

You say, "it's a good trip, it's a painless flight"

You were little and angry, but you were never a liar

Looking alright in your red sunglasses

Your fate, dead as a door weight

Choosing your one dread hour

Blood loss, panic and small talk

Is this how the night ends?

You're fun, getting your heart jumped

Leaving your red sunglasses on

You think, better be mercy

But better just run, run, run…

You'd say, "it's the weekend, it's the right time night"

You'd say, "it's a good trip," but you lost that fight

You looked heavy in makeup, but you were dressed how you liked

Looking alright in your red sunglasses

Looking alright in your red sunglasses