Local Norma Jean

I had a feel
Once before
And the mirrorball sets stars upon the factory wall
And she’s waiting in a room for a man
For him to knock
Well now kiss me Norma Jean
Norma Jean, Norma Jean
I had this funny feeling
That I would do you wrong
Ah yeah I know, I know that I did you wrong
The story of this town is a sorry-ass one
In the words of a local Norma Jean
So if I had a plan I would jump a bus
And hell I would never come back here no more
The words of a local Norma Jean
Well the ring sits on her finger
And the first yellow moon up on the factory wall it lingers
That it is time
Oh, it’s time
For all the
All the furnaces and the wire cutting into
Her wrist and her fist meets the wall
Like in the old time
Well the story of this town is a sorry-ass one
In the words of a local Norma Jean
So if I had a plan I would jump a bus
And hell I would never come back here no more
Oh Norma Jean
Oh Norma Jean
Now we’re set for fire and screams