One more round of Russian roulette Don't go out til after sunset Feet click on the bricks of the street If they stay above the concrete If you've got nothing nice to say don't say nothing at all When you run out of stones to throw You walk away still feeling miserable Do I look beautiful with a gun to my head? 12 more words that make you see red Don't look like the usual freaks Stoned to death as soon as she speaks Let's go back home, we'll split the difference Between the great and the good In our bad neighbourhood I could have sworn I saw my name there, burnt into the wood That's all I understood