Lyrics: Roger Bates
Music: Roger Bates
Did ya 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
Gun to your head, head, to your head
Now all I see is red, red red
Did ya really just say, she didn't mean anything oh~
I'll remember those words, when I come for your soul, your soul~
You know that you~ you dug your own grave, now lie in it
You're so cruel (you were cruel), but revenge is a dish best served cold
I see red, red, oh red
Gun to your head, head, to your head oh~
Executioner style, and there won't be no trial
DON'TCHA know that you're better off dead
All I see red, red, oh red
Now all I see is
Run, hide, oh you're so done
Better sleep with one eye open tonight
I see red, red, oh red
Gun to your head, head, to your head oh~
Executioner style, and there won't be no trial
DON'TCHA know that you're better off dead
All I see is red, red, oh red
Now all I see is red, red