They Watched in Amazement as the Flames Leapt from the Revolver in Her Hand, A Violent Burst of Crimson and Smoke

This doesn't mean anything
And it's certainly not about you
So get your head out of the shadows
You've been pullin' the rest of us down there too
I don't mean to sound insulting
But your every utterance is revolting
Then again, this right here, is NOT about you