Red Carpet Massacre - Duran Duran (杜兰杜兰)

Written by：Simon Lebon/Nick Rhodes/Roger Taylor/John Taylor/Nate Hills

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

Death stalk paparazzi 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

When 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

Death stalk paparazzi 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