Compositor: Robbie Nevil
Did 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, oh
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, oh
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
Better sleep with one eye
Open tonight
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