A Temperamental Widower - Norma Jean

We’re not going backwards

We’re not going backwards

We’re not going backwards

We’re just killing onward, today

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

We’re not going backwards

We’re not going backwards

We’re not going backwards

We’re just killing onward, today

Put that knife away!

And put that knife away!

Making progress like that of a dead man

Constant last words, the last word

The last words