I don’t feel like myself tonight
I feel like cryin’ all night for real
Like sirens outside my old foster home
Scratch that, it’s just the Dexedrine talkin’
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 sleepin’ 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 a**holes for those singin’ kids
I’d sell my soul for a handful of their nanny’s a**
But there’s no soul left to sell
I’m mortgaged to the teeth
I’m the biggest who*e 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 f**in’ FBI
Now give me one last shot
As I untangle this f**in’ mess
‘Cause nothin’s free and I’m the f**in’ proof
Here’s to you Lee
Your smirk will soon be
Kissing my fat Jew a** 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 fu*kING DEAD!
Christ…
When will I be mine?