Bored Games Happy Endings
It's hard, but she carried the grace in the hands you
saw
And the only respect that they could pay was a photo
from the morgue
They had the cruelest [?] at your feet, but the pain
made you a slave
They fought to create the greatest star, but all they
made was your grave
Who cares about the losing [?] the cravings for news
made them blind
And every corner that you took, they'd be waiting in
their droves oh Marilyn [?] died
Who cares about Marilyn Monroe, that's not who they saw
They just saw the barbie doll with feelings best
ignored
Who cares about Marilyn Monroe, for years now she's
been gone
We destroyed the barbie doll, but we can carry on
A sales scheme and tragic reality, security was a dream
Cause everyone that she turned to didn't want to know
you, they only wanted what they saw on the screen
Can't imagine the cry of despair when there was no one
there when you couldn't find a straw
Hollywood wrote the tragedy, with a marketers' encore
Broken hearts were everywhere when you took the final
course
But the saddest thing about a shattered dream was that
the biggest broken heart was yours
We can carry on, we can carry on
