Russian Roulette
I'm sorry honey but I'll call your bluff
I'll take it all 'cause it's never gonna be enough
I said it before but I have to admit
It's such a shame that I never really gave a shit
I'm paranoid from all the drugs that I took
She looked me in the eyes and said
"Do you think I give a fuck?"
My mouth is dry my eyes start to sting
There's an itch that I can't scratch
It's living underneath my skin
You're a social disaster
The one they call a daughter of hell
Never looking to buy
But always looking to sell
Would you like to play a game
That involves shooting me in the head
No regrets when you treat yourself
Like a game of Russian Roulette
Cheap cigarettes and a cocaine nose
Despite the lies your a waste of skin and bone
Your black lace skirt below your hips
Your such a flirt and you know your really good at it
Her heart is littering the concrete
Another guy in a taxi back seat
Another girl painted on a corner
Hey honey can I meet your sister
You're a social disaster
The one they call a daughter of hell
Never looking to buy
But always looking to sell
Would you like to play a game
That involves shooting me in the head
No regrets when you treat yourself
Like a game of Russian Roulette
You're a social disaster
The one they call a daughter of hell
Never looking to buy
But always looking to sell
Would you like to play a game
That involves shooting me in the head
No regrets when you treat yourself
Like a game of Russian Roulette
I'll take it all 'cause it's never gonna be enough
I said it before but I have to admit
It's such a shame that I never really gave a shit
I'm paranoid from all the drugs that I took
She looked me in the eyes and said
"Do you think I give a fuck?"
My mouth is dry my eyes start to sting
There's an itch that I can't scratch
It's living underneath my skin
You're a social disaster
The one they call a daughter of hell
Never looking to buy
But always looking to sell
Would you like to play a game
That involves shooting me in the head
No regrets when you treat yourself
Like a game of Russian Roulette
Cheap cigarettes and a cocaine nose
Despite the lies your a waste of skin and bone
Your black lace skirt below your hips
Your such a flirt and you know your really good at it
Her heart is littering the concrete
Another guy in a taxi back seat
Another girl painted on a corner
Hey honey can I meet your sister
You're a social disaster
The one they call a daughter of hell
Never looking to buy
But always looking to sell
Would you like to play a game
That involves shooting me in the head
No regrets when you treat yourself
Like a game of Russian Roulette
You're a social disaster
The one they call a daughter of hell
Never looking to buy
But always looking to sell
Would you like to play a game
That involves shooting me in the head
No regrets when you treat yourself
Like a game of Russian Roulette
Credits
Writer(s): Gary Clerkin
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