Birds of Tokyo

Russian Roulette

Say, preacher man I think you lied

You said the love would surely die

I misread the fine print on your sleeve

As you tried to hand this down to me

It's too late for you to say the reasons are found within

As I taste the freedom in your sweet, love-rich remedy

As I fall back down again

I hold my head high

And I'll turn back round to you

And wave my goodbye

The same mystic eyes that left me blind

The same tune that I will hum alone

I know that it seems I'm sorry

So with the underlining rule of love

I slipped through when I should have been awake

And I missed the summer with you

As I fall back down again

I hold my head high

And I'll turn back round to you

And wave my goodbye

I never want to bet

But I guarantee a steady hand

There's no sense in regret

And I know

It's only second best

But I guarantee a steady hand

When we play Russian Roulette

Don't shadow me, shadow me

As I fall back down again

I hold my head high

And I'll turn back round to you

And wave my goodbye

I never want to bet

But I guarantee a steady hand

There's no sense in regret

And I know

It's only second best

But I guarantee a steady hand

When we play Russian Roulette