Russian Roulette

I'm enjoying this game of Russian Roulette,
Finger on the trigger, placing the bet.
Cards on the table, the Red Glove's on my hand.
One in six will determine how long I stand.
Black eyes shining, the revolver is set.
I'm enjoying this game of Russian Roulette.

You look on with horror as I get ready to play.
You don't understand the smile on my face.
My darling watch as I hold this gun to my head.
Beg me with a voice overflowing with dread.
Understand sweetheart, here is more than a threat.
You're forced to witness my game of Russian Roulette.

I can't help but giggle at your sobs of despair.
But I acknowledge to you this is quite unfair.
It was I who was faithful, and yet I play alone.
But its true I still love you, and love I condone.
I forgive you lover, now so you won't regret,
You'll play with me this game, of Russian Roulette.

You're twisting and crying and pulling away.
Insisting this has all been a mistake.
But the Raven has flown, and the gamble is on.
I'm spinning the cylinder of this silver gun.
I shall go first, pulling the trigger sillhouette.
And survive the game of Russian Roulette.

Will you be so lucky, my darling, my wife?
Shall this eerie happenstance save you your life?
Still I am not as insane as it seems.
There is no suprise when death cuts short your screams.
It had to be certain you'd pay for your debt.
I'm enjoying this game of Russian Roulette.

One more time still comes up the revolver.
That I loved you was true—I'll not live any longer.
I'll play this game 'till I join you in hell.
The trigger shall move on until I am felled.
So just wait my darling, I'll hunt you yet.
Just as soon as I finish this Russian Roulette.