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Macabre Like It's Your Job

from Ruthie by Pastel Hell

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I’m racking my brain for a song to play
That’s free of ash & doom
I know the furious lust lost
In your florid cheeks
Keeps you from appreciating the view

Is it silence
Or absence of violence?
I’m watching your hands for a clue
I never once put you first
I only put you through

I need you to believe, too
In the point of this little place
I could be wasted
Or patiently waiting
& still danse macabre at this pace
How bout you don’t kill my idols?
And I won’t let you drown
Til then we can wait out the virus
In our matching hospice gowns
(Matching hospice gowns, alright!)

I’m racking my brain
For the thing that changed
Our thoroughbred into glue
The better angels start falling
When the collectors start calling
For every vice you let ride
Past due

Is it silence
Or impending violence?
I’m watching your hands for a clue
I never once put you first
I only put you through

I need you to believe, too
In the point of this little place
I could be wasted
Or patiently waiting
& still danse macabre at this pace
How bout you don’t kill my idols?
And I won’t let you drown
Til then we can wait out the virus
In our matching hospice gowns

They flick on the lights over the dance floor
Just one more line off the gatefold
No children, no spouse, no duty
But to keep up this level of beauty
Now, in your eyes, I can see just how tired
To the clown up in the clouds
Would you please retire?

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from Ruthie, released February 25, 2022

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