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