Red Carpet Massacre Songtext
von Duran Duran

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