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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; it's 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 Don't want to hassle you Red carpet massacre Deathstalk papparazzi yeah Red carpet massacre It's going to mess with you We're in business You're on the hit list There's 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 Anyplace to mess around SongtexteWhen someone wants to take you down Maybe you think you're above this But baby we know that you love it Baby you know where to shove it Apply your lipstick 'Fore dying in public Red carpet massacre Don't want to hassle you Red carpet massacre Deathstalk papparazzi yeah Red carpet massacre Don't want to mess with you Now it's time Next in line We're so busted Done and dusted (Thanks to Lauri for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania