Letra da Música Red Faces An Indicator de Broth3rhood

Some bottles of beers on the floor
It was just a Friday
Alcohol in their veins can explain
All their red faces

He was tripping and with a louder voice
Laughing and drinking
While staring straight up into the sky
Complete lack of sobriety
But “what?!” he didn't expect
To see a driver that was correct

And the Friday wouldn't be the same, ever again
With that scene on his mind, he won't be the same
And his Friday, never ends

The red face, now, against the floor
And the car completely broken
There were beers on the steering wheel
And tears on his face
Attached with blood

When he woke up from the dizziness
He figure out the shit
With broken glass all around him
He tried to escape
Getting home feeling guilty
He realized the shit was he'd killed someone

And the Friday wouldn't be the same, ever again
With that scene on his mind, he won't be the same
And his Friday, never ends
An the red face, this time, shows the shame