Chilled in the kitchen
of a city tomb

The light would flicker
like a violent womb

The night was thicker
than a smoky fume

Ben, he loved her
like he loved no one

The way she laughed
and held a smoking gun

The way she always said
"What's done is done"

Yours is thicker
than a velvet ring

Yours is thicker
than a velvet ring

A victim here with a
sharp, sharp blade

And Ben, he knew how
she was getting paid

Her water broke,
and they would have to wait

And when he knew
that she was fooling

He faced the mirror
to avoid the thing

We're out of money,
and we've sold the bling

And I just wanna
take you home

Yours is thicker
than a velvet ring

Yours is thicker
than a velvet ring

And I'm wondering
Ring