always thought it was a metaphore   chasing twisters while avoiding the storm   your glass house will see better days   spreading lies in an uptown jewerly case      the old oak i'll cut into firewood   you'll start the stove like you said you would   if i make it out, her world is gonna burn   it's russian roulette and it'll always be her turn      pull the trigger   if you think it will help      so pull the trigger if you think it will help   i use to have some love but this bullet is left   pull the trigger if you think it will help   i use to say i'm sorry but now i keep your gun on my belt      so put the bullet in the chamber and pull the hammer back   tell your love if she's an angel better pull her wings back   if you want a miracle you better prove me wrong      pull the trigger   if you think it will help      so pull the trigger if you think it will help   i use to have some love but this bullet is left   pull the trigger if you think it will help   i use to say i'm sorry but now i keep your gun on my belt      i call the lord, gave him your excuse   he hung up the phone, and cut the cord in two   now his line is dead, and so are you   his fucking line is dead, how am i ever getting through   oh no