| Song | A Temperamental Widower |
| Artist | Norma Jean |
| Album | Birds And Microscopes And Bottles Of Elixirs And Raw Steak And A Bunch Of Songs |
| 作曲 : Norma Jean | |
| We're not going backwards | |
| We're not going backwards | |
| We're just killing onward, today | |
| And put that knife away! | |
| My first thought, a dragon | |
| My first thought, a dragon | |
| Two contending marches | |
| And put that knife away! | |
| She'll sting you to death | |
| Like a swarm of hornets | |
| From the hive | |
| Endlessly I drift | |
| Into this distraction | |
| Sign my name to shame | |
| Press hard, there are three copies | |
| You'll put me in the grave | |
| You'll put me in the grave | |
| We're not going backwards | |
| We're not going backwards | |
| We're just killing onward, today | |
| Put that knife away! | |
| And put that knife away! | |
| Making progress like that of a dead man | |
| Constant last words, the last word. | |
| The last words. |
| zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
| We' re not going backwards | |
| We' re not going backwards | |
| We' re just killing onward, today | |
| And put that knife away! | |
| My first thought, a dragon | |
| My first thought, a dragon | |
| Two contending marches | |
| And put that knife away! | |
| She' ll sting you to death | |
| Like a swarm of hornets | |
| From the hive | |
| Endlessly I drift | |
| Into this distraction | |
| Sign my name to shame | |
| Press hard, there are three copies | |
| You' ll put me in the grave | |
| You' ll put me in the grave | |
| We' re not going backwards | |
| We' re not going backwards | |
| We' re just killing onward, today | |
| Put that knife away! | |
| And put that knife away! | |
| Making progress like that of a dead man | |
| Constant last words, the last word. | |
| The last words. |