Revolver and Rose

Hey! Stop staring!
What are you gaping at?


Spit out blood, drop your bouquet,
We have no future, no illusions today.
The Queen is dead, and we are with her,
Among stupid mugs and concrete stones.
You shove this red trash under my nose,
Shoot or cry, but you better back off.
Petals on boots — crushed slag,
Everything you love, I will throw into the dark.


Revolver and rose! Ha-ha!
Lead and thorns down your throat!
Revolver and rose!
I traded your love for cheap vodka!
Bang-bang! All romance is trashed,
I hit the chords and I hit the teeth!


Spin the cylinder, let's play,
We are not in heaven, and we won't become heaven.
Everything around is plastic, a cardboard facade,
I'm only glad for every shot.
You prick my fingers, I cut in return,
For people like us, there is no salvation.
A flower in the barrel, misfire, click —
Go to hell, learn your lesson!

Припев
Revolver and rose! Ha-ha!
Lead and thorns down your throat!
Revolver and rose!
I traded your love for cheap vodka!
Bang-bang! All romance is trashed,
I hit the chords and I hit the teeth!


Why are you bawling? Hurts?
And I find it funny. I absolutely don't give a damn.
Shove your flowers up your...



Припев
Revolver and rose! Ha-ha!
Lead and thorns down your throat!
Revolver and rose!
I traded your love for cheap vodka!
Bang-bang! All romance is trashed,
I hit the chords and I hit the teeth


One shot.
One petal.
A dirty finale.
Piss off.