Red Faces An Indicator
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
Rostos Vermelhos, Um Indicador
Algumas garrafas de cerveja no chão
Era só uma sexta-feira
Álcool nas veias pode explicar
Todos os rostos vermelhos
Ele estava chapado e com a voz alta
Rindo e bebendo
Enquanto olhava pra cima, pro céu
Total falta de sobriedade
Mas "o quê?!" ele não esperava
Ver um motorista que estava certo
E a sexta-feira nunca mais seria a mesma, de novo
Com aquela cena na cabeça, ele não seria o mesmo
E sua sexta-feira, nunca acaba
O rosto vermelho, agora, contra o chão
E o carro completamente amassado
Havia cervejas no volante
E lágrimas no seu rosto
Misturadas com sangue
Quando ele acordou da tontura
Ele percebeu a merda
Com vidro quebrado ao seu redor
Ele tentou escapar
Voltando pra casa se sentindo culpado
Ele percebeu que a merda era que ele tinha matado alguém
E a sexta-feira nunca mais seria a mesma, de novo
Com aquela cena na cabeça, ele não seria o mesmo
E sua sexta-feira, nunca acaba
E o rosto vermelho, dessa vez, mostra a vergonha