After Hours
Electric Six Lyrics


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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 get tired after hours, hours.
They building high in silver towers, towers
They congregate here afters hours, hours
They tellin' 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.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooh

Here comes Spanish Mack and the moon crashed up he's 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
Eternal life and Satan's powers, powers





You live forever after hours hours
Now you know why, the sun ain't the real reason Vampire's die

Overall Meaning

The song After Hours by Electric Six contains a series of verses that speak about the behavior of people after hours, behind closed doors. It explains how people become entirely different creatures in their personal space and how they engage in vices that they wouldn't usually indulge in public. The song creates an ambiance that is dark and secretive, describing the activities of different individuals at different times after hours.


The singer speaks of a man named Cokey Joe, who is looking to "make it snow," indicating that he intends to get high on cocaine. The singer openly admits that he knows too much about the undesirable activities conducted in this space. People gather in these places after hours and tell lies, start rumors, and indulge in sexual behavior, leading to the destruction of time and the death of essential body organs.


The song offers an insight into the dark activities that go on after hours, creating an atmosphere of secrecy and reckless behavior. The overall lyrics are a rebuke of the hedonistic behavior prevalent in the nightlife culture.


Line by Line Meaning

Here comes cokey Joe looking to make it snow
Someone called cokey Joe is entering and he seems like he wants cocaine


I wish I didn't know what I know
The singer desires to be ignorant because they know something distressful


And that's why you were hired, hired.
The reason someone was employed was to do a certain job


Don't do your job and you'll be fired, fired.
If you don't do the job you were hired to do, you'll be expelled.


You can't get tired after hours, hours.
After working hours it's not time to sleep yet


They building high in silver towers, towers
Someone is constructing tall buildings using silver stones or bricks


They congregate here afters hours, hours
People meet in this place after usual working hours.


They tellin' lies, that's how rumors get started and destinies die
People are spreading lies which can start rumors or even destroy someone's life.


Tick-tock sex-o-clock where did the time go
Time is flying when you're engaging in a sexual activity


You can't go blind blowing your load
You shouldn't climax for a prolonged time, as it can cause harm to your sight.


And that's why God's a liar, liar
God is a liar because he doesn't have sex and doesn't know how harmful it can be


You're underage you need a buyer, buyer
Because someone is not yet of legal age, they need someone to buy alcohol for them


We'll take you higher after hours, hours
You'll feel even better after personally working hours end.


They're getting nice on whiskey sours, sours
People are enjoying whiskey sours somewhat too much


They're telling secrets after hours, hours
Some people tell secrets after official working hours have ended.


Destroying time, that's how organs shut down and brain cells die.
Time is annihilated by some activities, which can cause damage to bodily organs or kill brain cells.


Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooh
This is just a sound with no words


Here comes Spanish Mack and the moon crashed up he's gonna need a transfusion of blood
Someone named Spanish Mack is entering while the moon set with an implied need for some kind of medical aid


And all the ladies are like yes, yes
All the women in the club are excited about something


Another system under stress, stress
Some system is quite strained


Forget about it lose that dress, dress
Don't worry about it, take the dress off


Aw give me a hug
Please give me a hug


This is how the young girls dress in my club
This is how young women in this club dress


Eternal life and Satan's powers, powers
Satan's powers will give you eternal life


You live forever after hours hours
People who stay up after normal working hours will live forever


Now you know why, the sun ain't the real reason Vampire's die
People now know that the sun isn't the reason vampires die after hours.




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Davin A. Gamboa Valdez

Their best album, in my opinion :D

JA rule

I love this song so much ❤

Shane Walsh

I think there getting better, Kill and Zodiac were there two best so far and heartbeats and brainwaves is almost as good

lbrrlt

HE GONNA NEED A TRANSFUSION OF BLOOD AND ALL THE LADIES ARE LIKE YES YES!!

John Brown

Gives me chills.

vcalblas

Electric Six is awesome. That's just my opinion, but can anyone disagree?

chad max

No, I can't.

JadKni

Can't say I agree. Some of my favorite songs are on Zodiac and Flashy.

EcceSignumRex

Fact:
If you're underage you'll need a buyer.

Rodney Gibson

@americanvampyre they do seem to have a problem writing catchy shit like the first 2/3 albums. The future is in the future, synthesizer, The band in hell, dance epidemic........nothing like that lately. and i live in canada and both times in vancouver they couldn't get there keybord player thru customs....

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