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 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 gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you



And there's nothing in your head or pocket

Throat or wallet that could change just how this goes

No, we're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you



When I said that I'd return to you I meant more like a relapse

Now and again I think his and her's, 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 gonna shoot you, we're gonna 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 gonna shoot you, we're gonna 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 gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you