from the album Scared of America – Volume Three
Marilyn Monroe’s Endless Night lyrics
Like a well written mystery
Played out on the stage of history
All the actors played their part
From the 1st scene to the last
The world saw the opening scene
The plot was cruel, the plot was mean
‘Happy Birthday Mr. President, you fill me with glee
How I wish you felt the same about me’!
John, Bobby, Jimmy and Sam
Each one an influential man
The big four always knocking on your door
In the end they didn’t want you no more
Love from a stranger
A stranger in the night
The curtain came down
On an endless night
The C.I.A. and The Mob one time
Were both together partners in crime
They wanted Fidel out of the scene
He was polluting their American Dream
Some say it was a put-up-job
By the C.I.A. and The Mob
You’ve had a red or two in your bed
Is that why they wanted you dead?
Sam warned you not to sing
Keeping quiet wasn’t your thing
Who were those uninvited guests
Cleaning up all the mess?
There was nothing you wrote
Not in black and white
You didn’t leave a note
On this endless night
Before the end you took a personal call
There’s an unfinished portrait hanging on the wall
The scene was clean. it was complete
The maid furiously washing the sheets
They said you went at half past ten
Were you alone or surrounded by men?
There were bruises on your back
Like you’d been beaten and attacked
Your stomach was empty, it was clean
There were no needles found at the scene
Something seemed foul, something was wrong
Your secret red diary was gone
The deed had been done
They turned out your lights
They didn’t do it with a gun
On this endless night
The big four met grisly deaths
Staring down a barrel as they took their last breaths
John, Bobby, Jimmy and Sam
Were you their Sacrificial Lamb?
Judy’s ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’
Played as they lowered the casket of Monroe
No-one said Kaddish over her grave, no-one cried
Who was really shocked that Marilyn had died?
Now the orchestra is quiet, there’s no more song
All the leading actors are long gone
The stage is dark and without light
On this lonely cold endless night
The stage is dark and without light
On this lonely cold endless night
Paul Robert Thomas
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