Ruby Tuesday

They called her Ruby Tuesday
But Tuesday never came.
They stole her soul to pay the toll
'Cos life's a pricey game.
They painted her and mounted her
And placed her in a frame,
They painted her in petrol
And marvelled at the flames.

She once had dreamed of something
But what she did not know.
A chance perhaps for happiness
When now she longed for home.
But home is where the heart is
And that was long since broke.
So she clings onto the driftwood
And she names it as her boat.

And I know it's not a lovely story,
But everybody loves a tragic ending,
A car crash in all its glory
And there's no way she can fix it
With her deficit spending.
You can tell that she's kind of sorry
But sorry doesn't matter with a lawsuit pending.
So she will live by memento mori.
You could follow through the hallow but
I do not recommend it.

One day I caught her singing
A backwards lullaby
I couldn't bear to stop long there,
I could not tell you why.
Perhaps it was those haunting chords,
The secrets in her eyes,
The walls that made me curious
What she had to hide?

No one likes a liar
No one likes the ugly truth.
The stakes keep stacking higher
And there's no way to undo.
You must battle through the fire,
Or they'll beat you black and blue.
No rest till you retire
And then you wait for your adieu.

And I know it's not a lovely story,
But everybody loves a tragic ending,
A car crash in all its glory
And there's no way she can fix it
With her deficit spending.
You can tell that she's kind of sorry
But sorry doesn't matter with a lawsuit pending.
So she will live by memento mori.
You could follow through the hallow but
I do not recommend it.