The gun showed off it silhouette
It was my turn at Russian roulette
I’m so tired of being a marionette
And being under the thumb of a coquette
I spin the chamber and it hums a death tune
Where it eventually stops we’ll know real soon
If I get to swallow that shiny silver spoon
The new wallpaper will be in total ruin
Yes.... but it will be better than watching the paint dry.... I like this wee line of fire! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my friend 'russian rullete' to tell you the truth was about meeting a woman that was trouble and you took your chance at the dance but i like you death wish.