Lyrics, Revolution Roulette POTF
27
March
Revolution Roulette – Poets Of The Fall
If this machine doesn’t stop, what will you do if it never comes up
Never goes out season
It never stops as it turns, there ain’t no passion yet it burns
Introducing my prison
Losing myself in this place, soon I’m gone without a trace
Freed with that final incision (look)
Look my heart it’s a bird, it needs to sing and to be heard
Now this clock work precision, yeah
And a machine grows idiotic
Who’s gonna be it’s ingenious critic
Everybody loves a perfect solution
To beat the odds against the poorest possible substitution
What you see is never what you gonna get
Everybody’s playing,
Revolution Roulette
Gives you no argument to trade, you can try the key or you can wait
But the lock will not open
So you’re left with sanity to loose, cos the machine is a ruse
Another invention to rule them
It’s like a fistful of snake eyes, hand grenade with bye byes
Like a million spent on nothing
(look) It’s kinda like pick in their lock, where you never went, knock knock
(hello! anybody home? coming in)
With a touch of foreboding
And a machine grows parasitic
Who’s gonna criticize a good critic?
Everybody loves a perfect solution
To beat the odds against the poorest possible substitution
What you see is never what you gonna get
Everybody’s playing,
Revolution Roulette
Everybody has the perfect solution
But its just hard to resist the sweet seduction
There ain’t no trick to winning double what you bet
Welcome to,
Revolution Roulette
Everybody loves a perfect solution
To beat the odds against the poorest possible substitution
What you see is never what you gonna get
Everybody’s playing, Everybody’s playing, Everybody’s playing
Revolution Roulette
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I aint english literature geneous so don't hesitate to post your valuable comments if you find any mistakes. Keep listening to Poets
"Whos gonna be indengenious crack" sounds more like "whos gonne be it's ingenious critic"
ps. the album rocks!!
Corrected! Thanks Tapani..
no doubt the album rocks !
Thanks a lot, the lyrics aren't available on the Poets' official website yet and neither on any lyric-websites. I'd like to see other lyrics of the album here, too. Thanks for writing.
However, Mark sings "there ain't no" in line three and I'm sur eit's not "vassion" since I never heard the word and could not find it in my dictionary.
Hey man, thanks for taking the time to type this up. I have some corrections and capitalized them here in your original text. Anything I am unsure of I noted in parenthesis.
The new album rocks!
If this machine doesn’t stop, what will you do if it never comes up
Never goes OUT of season
It never stops as it turns, there ain’t NO PASSION yet it burns
Introducing my prison
LOSING myself in this place, soon I’M gone without a trace
Freed with that final INCISION (? Not sure) (look)
Look my heart is at burn, needs to singing to be heard
Now this clockwork precision, yeah
And a machine grows, edaphic
Who’s gonna be its ingenious critic?
Everybody loves a perfect solution
To beat the odds against the poor as possible substitution
What you see is never what you gonna get
Everybody’s playing,
Revolution Roulette
GiveS you no argument to trade, you can try the key or you can wait
But the lock will not open
So you’RE left with sanity to loose, cause the machine is the rules
Neither in mention to rule them
It’s like a fist full of snake eyes, and hand grenade with bye-byes (? Not sure)
Like a millionaire’s (? Not sure) friend on nothing
(look) Its kinda like picking their lock, where you never went, knock knock
(hello! anybody home? coming in)
Will it stop just forporting (NO IDEA!?)
And a machine grows, parasitic
Who’s gonna create a sound as a good critic?
Everybody loves a perfect solution
To beat the odds against the poor as possible substitution
What you see is never what you gonna get
Everybody’s playing,
Revolution Roulette
Everybody has the perfect solution
But it’s just hard to resist the sweet seduction
There ain’t no trick to when trouble watch you bet (This lyrics sounds different, but I can’t perfectly make it out either)
Welcome to,
Revolution Roulette
Everybody loves a perfect solution
To beat the odds against the poor as possible substitution
What you see is never what you gonna get
Lovely! Thanks a million for your time & effort writing these lyrics Sarmad Hassan!!! This RR-album rocks even more than previous ones, different and exiting experience
Absolutely wonderful music, lyrics are giving me shivers, especially Fragile. today my favorite is Psychosis, let's keep listening, Rock On!
@nuhr
Thanks for appreciation mate. What you mentioned is correct. There isn't any word "Vassion" Thats why buddies with English as native language comes to my help. "Passion Colors Everything" is my favorite. I'll definitely write that
@Vayne
woo, thanks for spending time on this
the lines you mentioned that your arent sure, well, neither am I. lol Some true fans will surely help correcting them.
by the way, somebody please confirm the word "Edaphic"
(Mark's pronunciation sucks.. lol)
POTF rocks !!!
@Outi
Thanks for your visit buddy ! i liked "Passion Colors Everything" a lot. "Where Do We Draw The Line" makes me feel like crying.
With headphones on, I figured out the lyric I couldn't earlier:
There ain’t no trick to when trouble watch you bet (This lyrics sounds different, but I can’t perfectly make it out either)
>> "There ain't no trick to winning double what you bet" <<
I found these lyrics somewhere. Haven't compared them to the album covers, though…
Revolution Roulette by Poets Of The Fall
if this machine doesn't stop
what will you do if it never goes out
never goes out of season
it never stops as it turns
there ain't no passion, yet it burns
introducing my prison
losing myself in this place
soon i'm gone without a trace
freed with that final decision
look my heart it's a bird
it needs to sing and to be heard
not this clockwork precision
and the machine grows idiotic
who's gonna be it's ungenious critic
everybody loves the perfect solution
to beat the odds
against the poorest possible substitution
what you see is never what you're goona get
everybody's playing revolution roulette
leaves you no arguments to trade
you can try the key or you can wait
but the lock will not open
so you're left with sanity to lose
cos the machine is a ruse
another invention to rule them
it's like a fistful of snake eyes
a hand grenade with bye byes
like a million spent on nothing
it's kinda like a pick in their lock
when you never went knock knock
hello anybody home? i'm coming in
with a touch of foreboding
and the machine grows parasitic
who's gonna critisize the good critic
everybody loves…
everybody has the perfect solution
it's just hard to resist the sweet seduction
there ain't no trick to winning double what you bet
welcome to revolution roulette
everybody loves…