We pulled it off right in front of your eyes
  like it was magic
  They'll find us dead for this
  When you paint the town a lovely crimson red
  just wait till you get home
  They'll find us dead for this
  They'll find us dead
  They'll find us dead or smiling
  The trash we were talking all last night
  Or the compliments we sent
  We will get what we deserve
  Everything that goes around
  It comes back around again
  The trash you were talking all last night
  Or the compliments you sent
  You will get what you deserve
  Everything that goes around
  It comes back around again
  Stop whispering if you're going to speak you better make it good.