The Murlocs
Russian Roulette
Daffodils 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, Russian roulette 
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette  
Pop goes the pistol in the elysian fields that I inhabit

Walking bеtween the raindrops
Bucketing down, I’m nevеr 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, 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, Russian roulette 
Got one bullet in the cylinder, Russian roulette  
Pop goes the pistol in the elysian fields forever