You Couldn't Take It

Your dance with the devil was fun, Until he decided, to reload his gun. Why is it every time we play Russian roulette, Your forehead breaks out into a cold sweat? Is it not your wish that you die yet? Well I have been for a dance with grim, I looked into the eyes, and noticed they’re dim. But I watched them fill with a glint of hope, When he spiked your drink with lethal dope. I’ll probably see you in a few years time, Your part of death now, your life is mine.