Red Carpet Massacre

Dark sun rose on the ridge cut clear across the sky

As good a day as any to die

No reservation, Madam, no reason to know why

Running late stiletto heels

Strike the crew, send up the wheels

You spend a life in preparation for this day

Breathe in the air it's loaded with fame

Check out those weapons, sister, before you hit the fray

String o pearls, V-ditzy gems

Enter the battle of the lenses

Red carpet massacre

Don't wanna hassle ya

Red carpet massacre

Death squad paparazzi ah!

Red carpet massacre

It's gonna mess wiv ya

We're in business, you're on the hit-list

There's not so many now, still standing on their feet

The knives are out and singing so sweet

Engaged with sharper minds that cut you when you meet

Ain't the place to mess around

When someone wants to take you down

Maybe you think you're above it

But baby we know that you love it

Baby you know where to shove it

Apply your lipstick, for dying in public

Red carpet massacre

Don't wanna hassle ya

Red carpet massacre

Death squad paparazzi ah!

Red carpet massacre

Don't wanna mess wiv ya

Now it's time, next in line

We're so busted, done and dusted