Ruby

Ruby's at the back of the club tonight

Ruby's at the back of the club

She hopes it's not another let-down

And chokes another cigarette down

They stare, hung up on your X and Y

The world don't treat girls like you right

Ruby, don't get confused

There's a reason all the statues look like you

You're not a sick joke played by the young

They make you feel you aren't welcome

You would've been revered

They do not love you here

Eli's in his bedroom back home tonight

He's painting on a painting alone

Steps out for another bong rip

Subsidized by restaurant tips

In another timeline, you're a god

And Michelangelo's out of a job

You can't stop, you're painting

Your name on the lips of a generation

They're shooting at the back of the club tonight

Everybody's turning to run

Skyscrapers above don't blink

They see shit like this twice a week

The kids out here don't play, little boy

These made-out-in-LA little boys

Make your getaway, little boys

There's nothing left to say, little boys

You're not a sick joke played by the young

You're not the sickness, you're a symptom

It's not your fight

Don't think the city did you right