A Woman's Work

Ruby's got a government that rules inside her headA third eye, a crystal ball, her mama always saidIt would guide herIf she kept it inside herThe freak across the street tried to contaminate her skinShe was thinking "who would miss him?"The world's about to endAnd he'd fit perfectly into her catastropheShe's a woman at heart and a man on a missionA Saint to purify the human conditionShe's a fortune teller, but she's never gonna tellThere's a worm in the bottom of a dead wishing wellA woman's work is never doneA woman's work is never doneNever,when she's a loaded gun,loaded gunNever done,never when she's a loaded gun,loaded gunShe found it funny that nine and ten were easier to doAfter she'd meticulously filtered out a fewStill the voices shoutTake the garbage outShe was raised to believe that you get what you pray forIf God was really good then she wouldn't have to wait forHim to drop the gravel,so she'll do it all herselfThere's a worm in the bottom of a dead wishing wellA woman's work is never doneA woman's work is never doneNever,when she's a loaded gun, loaded gunNever done,never when she's a loaded gun, loaded gunWhen the flashing lights cut through the billowing dustHer voices cried "Looks like it's not just us, justice"Guess she got a little careless with cadaver elevenBefore she'll go to jail, yeah, she'd rather go to HeavenAnd the final leap of faith of a zealot JezebelLed 'em diggin' to the bottom of a dead wishing wellA woman's work is never doneA woman's work is never doneNever, when she's a loaded gun, loaded gunA woman's work is never doneA woman's work is never doneNever, when she's a loaded gun,loaded gunNever done, never when she's a loaded gun, loaded gun