Bring Me The Horizon -
There is a Hell Believe Me I've Seen It. There is a Heaven Let's Keep it a Secret
Alligator Blood
Let's play a game of Russian Roulette
I'll load the gun, you place the bets
Tell me who will make it out alive
Let's play a game of Russian Roulette
I'll load the gun, you place the bets
Tell me who will make it out alive
Over and over and over again, we play the same old games
Cards kept close to our chest that way the secret's kept
So wear your poker face, here's to the fool, here's to the thief
Fiction is bitter and you got a taste
My alligator blood is starting to show
I know that you know that, I know that you know
Can't call a bluff with a dead man's hand
My alligator blood is starting to show
I know that you know that, I know that you know
Can't call a bluff with a dead man's hand
Cut me up and wear my skin, show me how to live
Tear me down, clean me up now spill my fucking guts
Just help me find a way, just help me find a way
Just help me find a way, just help me find a way
My alligator blood is starting to show
I know that you know that, I know that you know
Can't call a bluff with a dead man's hand
My alligator blood is starting to show
I know that you know that, I know that you know
Can't call a bluff with a dead man's hand
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls
Now you know, now you know, now you know
Now you know you can go, you can give up trying
Should've just called it quits, should've just called it quits
Leave before it's too late
Now you know you can go, you can give up trying
Should've just called it quits, should've just called it quits
Leave before it's too late
Let's play a game of Russian Roulette
I'll load the gun, you place the bets
Tell me who will make it out alive
Let's play a game of Russian Roulette
I'll load the gun, you place the bets
Tell me who will make it out alive
Yeah, yeah
So put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my fucking brain, oh
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains
Put a gun to my head and paint the fucking walls
I'll load the gun, you place the bets
Tell me who will make it out alive
Let's play a game of Russian Roulette
I'll load the gun, you place the bets
Tell me who will make it out alive
Over and over and over again, we play the same old games
Cards kept close to our chest that way the secret's kept
So wear your poker face, here's to the fool, here's to the thief
Fiction is bitter and you got a taste
My alligator blood is starting to show
I know that you know that, I know that you know
Can't call a bluff with a dead man's hand
My alligator blood is starting to show
I know that you know that, I know that you know
Can't call a bluff with a dead man's hand
Cut me up and wear my skin, show me how to live
Tear me down, clean me up now spill my fucking guts
Just help me find a way, just help me find a way
Just help me find a way, just help me find a way
My alligator blood is starting to show
I know that you know that, I know that you know
Can't call a bluff with a dead man's hand
My alligator blood is starting to show
I know that you know that, I know that you know
Can't call a bluff with a dead man's hand
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls
Now you know, now you know, now you know
Now you know you can go, you can give up trying
Should've just called it quits, should've just called it quits
Leave before it's too late
Now you know you can go, you can give up trying
Should've just called it quits, should've just called it quits
Leave before it's too late
Let's play a game of Russian Roulette
I'll load the gun, you place the bets
Tell me who will make it out alive
Let's play a game of Russian Roulette
I'll load the gun, you place the bets
Tell me who will make it out alive
Yeah, yeah
So put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my fucking brain, oh
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains
Put a gun to my head and paint the fucking walls
Credits
Writer(s): Jona Weinhofen, Oliver Scott Sykes, Lee David Malia, Matthew Kean, Matthew Stephen Nicholls
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