Lyrics

I'm sick of violence Sick of money Sick of drinking Sick of drugs Sick of fucking Sick of staring at the ads on the bus Hollywood makes me wanna puke Hollywood makes me want to- You got a face that you think Will last as long as the sphinx But the poster's painted over in a week if it stinks So let the people decide On a metro ride Because everyone's an artist but No one has the time, yeah Everywhere I go I'm oppressed by these energies Like it? Yes I love it I hear music in my head Was that a gun? (He was snapping his gum) Are my earbuds on the fritz? There's a hiss on the bus And it goes round Hollywood makes me wanna puke Hollywood makes me wanna puke Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood Faces form faces Phrases come in phases Take me to your palace Make me think I'm famous Okay! Hop inside (come see my movie) Hop inside (come see my movie) Hop inside (come see my movie) Catch a ride (it's kinda groovy) You can't disengage with one single aspect Watching from the sidelines Supervising lines Why don't you take what you can get? No disruptions on the set You're gonna wind up back home Where the fear splits in two like Moses Into Mansons and Monroeses Logic and hypnosis Good and evil, only people They don't talk about the Twelve-year-olds on pills waking up in beds of big producers I can make you famous I can make you something Don't go back to Oklahoma What's in Oklahoma? You know this is not for public consumption You know nothing This is nothing That's the slogan If you're suffering If you're hungry for something It's nothing Don't you watch the news or read the movies? You do? Me too!
Writer(s): William Barnes, Andrew Katz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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