Norma Jean

A Temperamental Widower

We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're just killing onward to die
And put that knife away
And put that knife away

My first thought, a dragon
My first thought, a dragon
My first thought, a dragon
Two contending marches
And put that knife away
And put that knife away

She'll sting you to death
Like a swarm of hornets
From the hive
Endlessly, I drift
Into this distraction
Sign my name to shame
Press hard, there are three copies

You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
In the grave
In the grave
In the grave
In the grave

We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're just killing onward to die
Put that knife away
And put that knife away

Making progress like that of a dead man
Constant last words
The last words
The last words
The last words
The last words