Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
P.F. Sloan
Vocals
Jon Tiven
Tenor Saxophone
Buddy Miller
Electric Guitar
Billy Block
Drums
Chris James
Claps
Craig Krampf
Claps
Becky Hobbs
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P.F. Sloan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Tiven
Producer
Jim DeMain
Mastering Engineer
Jake Burns
Mixing Engineer
Paul Gannon
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Hollywood moon find it in the sky
Some night they light you up a neon sign
"Drink Bubba's beer colder"
So few spaces left to write are free
Is it surprisin' when we see
A bud gnome risin' the whole world over?
Ah, Hollywood film in a foreign sky
Everyone's got guns
Shoot! It won't kill you to advertise 'em
On the buses and the trains
Making any insane claim
There's always someone crazy enough to buy it
On the backs of the boxes, buildings and planes
Peace or war is an ad campaign
Another buzz in advertisement
Ah, next month's money's all been spent
Pointing to my head I said
"Is this face for rent"?
Aw
Junior loves the logos on his jacket an' caps
All exposed half-names
Tommy, Ralph famous on the labels
Turns him into a spoiled and a selfish brat
Who can be cool in the chaos of all that
In this commercial feel-good fable
He watches his games, she watches her soaps
He's wishin' for a dish next year
She prays that it will be cable
Ah, next month's money gone and spent
Pointing to my head I said
"Shit! This place ain't for rent"
Oh, no
Writer(s): P. F. Sloan
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