Russian Roulette Songtext
von The Murlocs
Russian Roulette Songtext
Daffodills and dandelions
Hidden in the grapevines it′s a bee hive
Ants are on the food supply
Foraging a feed for the queen and her child
The crow flies in a straight line
Gazing in the blue sky it's a springtime
I′ll send you a postcard from
Yeah, the land beyond, blooming blossom
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Got me feeling like John Dillinger of Russian roulette
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Pop, goes the pistol in the elysian fields that I inhabit
Walking between the raindrops
Bucketing down, I'm never wet it's profound
Jingle Jangle in the Cosmos
Ramblin′ tangents, dilated night owls
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Got me feeling like John Dillinger of Russian roulette
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Pop, goes the pistol in the elysian fields that I inhabit
What′s the protocol? Please elaborate
Scribbled in a scrawl, tremoring earthquake
Starving fish monger at the dock of the bay
Visible visceral plunder soon to be shark bait
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Got me feeling like John Dillinger of Russian roulette
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Pop, goes the pistol in the elysian fields forever
Hidden in the grapevines it′s a bee hive
Ants are on the food supply
Foraging a feed for the queen and her child
The crow flies in a straight line
Gazing in the blue sky it's a springtime
I′ll send you a postcard from
Yeah, the land beyond, blooming blossom
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Got me feeling like John Dillinger of Russian roulette
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Pop, goes the pistol in the elysian fields that I inhabit
Walking between the raindrops
Bucketing down, I'm never wet it's profound
Jingle Jangle in the Cosmos
Ramblin′ tangents, dilated night owls
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Got me feeling like John Dillinger of Russian roulette
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Pop, goes the pistol in the elysian fields that I inhabit
What′s the protocol? Please elaborate
Scribbled in a scrawl, tremoring earthquake
Starving fish monger at the dock of the bay
Visible visceral plunder soon to be shark bait
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Got me feeling like John Dillinger of Russian roulette
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette
Pop, goes the pistol in the elysian fields forever
Writer(s): Nicholas Craig, Ambrose Kenny Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com