Russian Roulette Songtext
von The Murlocs

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