Ruby Teardrop ​death's dynamic shroud

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