Cowboy Junkies - When Will I Be Mine? (Ruby, Ruby) lyrics

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?