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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 did not 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"