The Death of Norma Jeane Lyrics

It’s a sticky situation

One that I don’t want to be in

We’re standing at the back door

Of her life

Well she’s definitely crashing down

Burning till she hits the ground

She’s laughing at the nightmare howls

Is this your dream

Norma we’ve built you up

Norma it’s time to tear you down

We’re adding up her regrets

And telling all her secrets

While she’s sneaking through the ether

Of our soul

And if you’re silent then you’re just like me

Preying on her charity

Our dreams are now the enemy

It's not a dream

Hey Norma Jeane

Hey Norma Jeane

Yeah she’s trying on the red dress

Yes the one we bought on credit

Now she’s feeling the indifference

Of our hearts

And if you’re smiling then you’re not like me

Or going down so quietly

We’re twisting up her memory

There is no dream

Hey Norma Jeane