Ruth, Roses and Revolvers

Let's make a film, it'll be such fun
All you need's 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
Well, porn, pain and prescription drugs will get me through
So don't tell me I'm not thinking straight
And I'm fucked up but I'm feeling great, I promise you

'Cause 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
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 home
And all your existential holes
Will clog up when 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 when you're all grown 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

No, there's no turning back, Ruth