The Real Tuesday Weld
Ruth, Roses And Revolvers
Let's make a film, it'll be such fun
All you need is a girl and a gun apparently
We'll pump it full of art and sex
It'll make a sure-fire success of you and me

And if I crumble in the face of lust
The porn, pain and prescription drugs will get me through
So don't tell me I'm not thinking straight
I'm looking rough but I'm feeling great, I promise you

There's no turning back, Ruth

It's too much love that's killing me
So that method stuff and your empathy I just don't need
Performance problems in the bed
We'll beef up your part with blood and sweat just make-believe

That you're as happy as a bird
Who thinks that "cage" is just a word, we call homе
And all your existential holes
Will clog up whеn the camera rolls, I swear

No, there's no turning back, Ruth
There's no turning back, Ruth

The world's too big and life's too short
To act so badly out of sorts, we all grow up
But it feels like the end has come
And we've only just begun to live, my love
No, there's no turning back, Ruth

All you need's a girl and a gun
Give a gun