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Cowboy Junkies
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When Will I Be Mine (Ruby, Ruby)
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 assholes for those singin' 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 fuckin' FBI Now give me one last shot As I untangle this fuckin' mess 'Cause nothin's free and I'm the fuckin' 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?
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