Norma/Nora Lyrics

Gargoyle at the church, beckoned for Brooklyn

The joints in his hands, quaking and maudlin

Norma, we never stood a chance

To be as extravagant and decadent

His boots were not thick with mud, not fit for walking

Sequin shirt shimmered, suits with their suitcases gawking

Jonah, we never stood a chance

You mustn't refuse my offer or this dance

Otherwise the coffin's open for pigs and pigeons to shovel their shit in

Her purple lipstick, the streaks of resin and the vandal's tongue

Caught in the currents, teeth chatter, chew the hilt to the stub

Raining on payday, checks drawn in blood, "I'm tired Johnny boy, and who would wanna hang with a gal like me?"

Restless enough to cause you grief my friend

Stinking of travel he was leaving Milan

Carved caverns into cans, as if getting tossed might save

Crinkling candor between heavy scoffs, when I didn't want to be a part of it

But your clobbering

"Nora, I don't wanna be your heartthrob"

"Nora, I don't wanna make your heartthrob"

"Nora, I don't wanna be your heartthrob"

"I don't wanna make your heartthrob, Nora"