Marilyn

[Chorus: Connie Constance] You know You fell out of a shooting star, way too low So natural Got up with a couple scars and far to go But when you turn up at the petrol station everybody bowed and said 'What a great show' And someone muttered that America hasn't sold sex that good since Marilyn Monroe You know [Verse 1: CASISDEAD] Yeah, I'm on the DynaTAC with the dead ringtone 4S, foot to the floor like Fred Flintstone In-line six, forged out of brimstone These butterscotch seats same colour as her skin tone Got the feds pressin' neighbours for info 'Bout the traffickin' and if I'm involved Block's littеred in tin foil Need to kick, too much friction, nearly slipped Rеally need to kick this opioid addiction My morphine shipment's bigger than Harold Shipman's But they don't give a shit, they just keep writing prescriptions Never seen it fit to play the victim, I dipped in this slick mint vintage with the optional equipment Here I sit revvin' the shit out of this whip Ain't moved an inch, smoke in the garage gettin' thick Open up the shutter doors just before my bucket's kicked Yeah I pussied out again, drop the clutch, grab the stick [Chorus: Connie Constance & CASISDEAD] You know You fell out of a shooting star, way too low So natural Got up with a couple scars and far to go, oh But when you turn up at the petrol station everybody bowed and said 'What a great show' And someone muttered that America hasn't sold sex that good since Marilyn Monroe You know (Yeah) [Verse 2: CASISDEAD] Yeah, the heads-up reads a ton Seatbelt seems redundant seein' as it's all but done (Yeah) On an empty chair, an empty pill bottle, empty rum An overdose a bit more glamorous than if I ate my gun (Uh) Hit a puddle, nearly spun, I ain't even jump Glass bottles clinkin' in the footwell in the front (Yeah) Drivin' like a cunt, usually I ain't drivin' drunk There's worse ways to go than found wrapped 'round a maple trunk (Yeah) The reaper got me in his clutch Knew that he was on his way but don't know why in such a rush In the bathroom chuckin' up, tryna mask it with the flush Comb my hair, and, half it come off in the fuckin' brush Friends know I'm fucked, but, they don't know how much Well I guess they do know, so that's a touch ain't gotta fuss Drop the cherry out my dutch, light fades, turns to dust The wind catches and it's gone forever [Chorus: Connie Constance] You know You fell out of a shooting star, way too low So natural (So natural, yeah) Got up with a couple scars and far to go, oh But when you turn up at the petrol station everybody bowed and said 'What a great show' And someone muttered that America hasn't sold sex that good since Marilyn Monroe You know