A Temperamental Widower

Norma Jean

We're not going backwards, we're just killing onward. (Today!)
Put that knife away!
My first thought, a dragon.
The two contending marches.
And she'll sting you to death.
Like a swarm of hornets from the hive.

Sign my name to shame.
Press hard,
There are three copies.
You'll put me in the grave. (8x)
In the grave. (6x)

We're not going backwards, we're just killing onward. (Today!)
Put that knife away!
Making progress,
That of a dead man,
Constant last words,
The last word.
Your last word.
The last word.
Your last word.
The last word.