A pretty card won't you send to your brother To see the harmonies with I need a ride to my family doctor Cause I got a stitch, I got a stitch, I got a stitch They got it out with a knife and retractror You know it bled like a bitch I cut my Dad with a needle on the tarmac I got a stitch, another stitch, another stitch Celebrity death, celebrity death yo Tweet it from the mountain about where they should rest You ain't even friends, heck you guys never met but They've gotta get inconsequential shit off their chest Brush the dirt off your shoulder, dub it on a cassette Tie a string around your finger so you'll never forget about The marionette of celebrity death