Roses and Revolvers

Let’s make a film, it’ll be such fun
All you need is a girl and a gun,
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 home
And all your existential holes
Will clog up when the camera rolls
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