text: 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
  Try to loosen up the wheels
  You spend your life in preparation for this day
  Breathe in the air; its loaded with fame
  Check out those weapons sister before you hit the fray
  String of pearls meet bits of gems
  Enter the battle of the lenses
  Red carpet massacre
  Dont want to hassle you
  Red carpet massacre
  Death stalk paparazzi yeah
  Red carpet massacre
  Its going to mess with you
  Were in business
  Youre on the hit list
  Theres not so many now still standing on their feet
  Their knives are out and singing so sweet
  Engage with sharper minds that cut you when you meet
  Any place to mess around
  When someone wants to take you down
  Maybe you think youre above this
  But baby we know that you love it
  Baby you know where to shove it
  Apply your lipstick
  For dying in public