Ruby Ruby

I stand in line a soldier line
I never look behind me
My head is breaking
My eyes are empty
My mouth us making shapes that will comfort you

I look for stars there are no stars
Like someone pulled a curtain
Down on the skyline
Down this pantomime
Down on your dreams where
I’ll turn your hands on you
I will turn your hands on you
I will tear you to pieces

So fierce and dry
Like a hunter’s eye
You have a taste for winning
You’ll use a kind word
You’ll use a bullet
Finishing quickly like a good old fashioned boy

You’re throwing gold
It’s taking hold
You call me Ruby Ruby

My head is aching
My eyes are painted
My mouth is naked in shapes that will comfort you
I will turn your hands on you,
I will turn your hands on you

But they’ll stay away, stay away, stay away
Hey, yeah, yeah