Norma/Nora

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"