I speak fast and I´m not gonna repeat myself, no So listen carefully to every word I say I´m the only one who´s gonna get away with making excuses today You´re appealing to emotions that I simply do not have
Blackmailed myself (´Cause I ain´t got) ´Cause I ain´t got anyone else This is a stick up Give us all your inspiration I´ve got the red carpet blues, baby
So put your hands in the air and don´t make a sound But don´t get the wrong idea We´re going to shoot you We´re going to shoot you And there´s nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet That could change just how this goes, no We´re going to shoot you We´re going to shoot you
When I said that I´d return to you, I meant more like a relapse Now and again I think "His and hers, for better or worse" But the only ring I want buried with me are the ones around my eyes You´re appealing to emotions that I simply do not have I´ve got the red carpet blues, baby
So put your hands in the air and don´t make a sound But don´t get the wrong idea We´re going to shoot you We´re going to shoot you And there´s nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet That could change just how this goes
And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat
Put your hands in the air and don´t make a sound But don´t get the wrong idea We´re going to shoot you We´re going to shoot you And there´s nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet That could change just how this goes Everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat But don´t get the wrong idea We´re going to shoot you We´re going to shoot you