Rumors
Vella
3:59Did you really think I'd just forgive and forget? No After catching you with her Your blood should run cold, so cold You You two-timing, cheap-lying wannabe You're a fool If you thought that I'd just let this go I see red, red, oh, red A gun to your head, head, to your head Now all I see is red, red, red Did you really just say she didn't mean anything? No I'll remember those words When I come for your soul, your soul Know that you You dug your own grave, now lie in it You're so cruel But revenge is a dish best served cold I see red, red, oh, red A gun to your head, head, to your head Executioner style, and there won't be no trial Don't you know that you're better off dead? All I see is red, red, oh, red Now all I see is- Run, hide Oh, you're so done You better sleep with one eye open tonight I see red, red, oh, red, oh A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh Executioner style, red, oh, red A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh Executioner style, no, there won't be no trial Don't you know that you're better off dead? All I see is red, red, oh, red Now all I see is red, red, red