Pretty Things

I knew a girl who said that beauty kills

Dulled the pain with wine and pills

Took that slow ride down the hill to nowhere

She said Pompeii crumbled and Athens fell

Heathens stormed the citadel

A girl like me ain't got a chance in hell against 'em

Oh pretty things, pretty things gone to ruin

Rained three days, when we awoke

Sun came out and the levee broke

Like some cruel and cosmic joke God's playing

Now I don't pretend that I believe

I know there ain't no guarantees

Still morning finds me on my knees and praying

Oh pretty things, pretty things gone to ruin

Come the flood you build an ark

Come the night you curse the dark

Inside your broken heart you bear the crosses

Some of us have got it made

Some of us have more than paid

But we're all marching in this slow parade of losses

Oh pretty things, pretty things gone to ruin