When Will I Be Mine? (Ruby, Ruby)

(álbum: The Kennedy Suite - 2014)

I don't feel like myself tonight
I feel like crying all night for real
Like sirens outside my old foster home
Scratch that, it's just the Dexedrine talking
And the President getting his head shot off, here in Dallas for Christ's sake
I'm a little more like a cold rock
Spinning in the outerspace
Of the black hole that his kids must be sleeping in
Tonight
I feel like being myself tonight
And cutting all these goddamn strings off
I'm like the goat-herding marionette from that Broadway Nazi musical
Getting jerked around all day by children wearing curtains for clothes
Christ, what a way to go…
Although I wouldn't trade my dogs' black assholes for those singing kids
I'd sell my soul for a handful of their nanny's ass
But there's no soul left to sell
I'm mortgaged to the teeth
I'm the biggest whore working in the Carousel
Ruby, Ruby Ruby, Ruby
Whose dog will you be tonight?
Ruby, Ruby – Ruby, Ruby
When will I be mine?
I once ran numbers for Capone
I've got every cop's home telephone
They know me. I'm colourful! I'm a character!
So, don't you tell me that I'm a zero
'Cause they're in for free drinks all the time
And that includes the fucking FBI
Now give me one last shot
As I untangle this fucking mess
'Cause nothin's free and I'm the fucking proof
Here's to you Lee
Your smirk will soon be
Kissing my fat Jew ass goodbye
And the conspiracy
In setting us both free
Is that I will be mine…
Can't you read we're closed
'CAUSE THE PRESIDENT'S FUCKING DEAD!
Christ…
When will I be mine?