Norma Jean's Jacket

Welcome the young detective in the rain His jacket is crying suede it's so sentimental It's been sobbing all night He follows your dance, heavy metal You're purring around, turning him down Like you're used to it I can hardly stand it Why not just drag it onto the street And shoot the damned video already? All of your heartache and sorrow Is such a typical pill to swallow Who's peeking through your window with honeycomb eyes? But you never stand as tall when your naked Wildly you explain Your ass to your forehead Yeah you're so sorry He takes off your 9-5 jacket And packs it away for the spring Oh honey could you hold on While I look up the name of the restaurant? All of your heartache and sorrow Live tonight at the Apollo But it's not 1934 You're not Ella Fitzgerald Yeah all of your heartache and sorrow Can be a tricky little act to follow You go slouching towards East Hastings with Ableton Live and I'm left... breathless So goodbye Norma Jean On the bus into town Thinking about the farm As it burns down to the ground All of this heartache and sorrow Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Will be waiting for you with a bad tattoo of the past