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 of 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 with 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 with ya
 Now it's time, next in line
 We're so busted, done and dusted