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 aint 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 gods playing now i dont pretend that i believe i know there aint no guarantees still morning finds me on my knees and praying 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 were all marching in this slow parade of losses 
['folk', 'lilith', 'singer-songwriter']