Red Light

I was on a high for bout two minutes and a half

Tequila in my bloodstream didn't stop me in the car

The music cuts, my sister calls, she's crying for a start

"The police are here, come home now, they're asking where you are"

Now I got two options, either run or get arrested

How was there a problem? Why was I the one suspected?

Where was the connection? Now I got too many questions

I've done nothing wrong but I can't stomach their intentions

Two policemen in my house and I don't think they're glad to see me

Nearly threw up at the prospect of them taking me away

At least when I was in those cuffs, they got me out discreetly

And they were friendly in the car until they got me to the station