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