You start off my hips

Move to my lips

For all those who wanna analyze me

For all those who wanna analyze me

Start it off in the hips

Move to my lips

For all those who wanna analyze me

My mother committed suicide when I was four or five

I loved my girl

Was killed by a psycho

I loved my girl

Was killed by a psycho

But I'm not sad or sorry

'Cause we be tomorrow

But I'm not sad or sorry

'Cause we be tomorrow

Will it be on hot land, on hot sand

Or maybe a concrete corner, december

Red zones in my headphones

The devil's tools inside us fools

The devil's tools inside us fools

Love shall leave me alone

Love shall leave me alone

Love shall leave me alone

Love shall leave me alone

Will it be on hot sand, on hot land

Or maybe a concrete corner, december

Red zones in my headphones

The devil's tools inside us fools

The devil's tools

Love shall leave me alone

Love shall

Will it be on hot land, on hot sand

Will it be, will it be

Will it be on hot land, on hot sand

Or maybe a concrete corner, december

Red zones in my headphones

Red zones in my headphones

Red zones in my headphones

Red zones