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