Ruby Teardrop

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​death’s dynamic shroud - Rock, Industrial Rock

Ruby Teardrop

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There's a ruby in her forehead Sound the trumpets in the square I stare at the billhook in my window Joke's over, joke's over Concession to concession What have I got instead of a heart? I'll cut my fingers off if I want to And I'll cut my fingers off if I want to And I'll cut my fingers off I don't want to I don't want to Joke's over Metal mouth setting sun Summer heat, wilt to blossom Maybe I'll do it on a Saturday Maybe I'll do it on a Saturday Maybe I'll do it on a Saturday Put the ruby in her forehead Put the ruby in her forehead Put the ruby in her forehead Put the ruby in her forehead There's nothing there There's nothing there There's nothing left There's nothing here And there's nobody left There's nobody there And there was never really anyone No there was never really anyone And there was never really anyone There was never really anyone I put the ruby in her forehead Bright like a diamond in the sun I thought I saw the silhouettes off screen But there was never really anyone No there was never really anyone No there was never really anyone No there was never really anyone No there was never really anyone There was never really anyone There was never really anyone

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