No Soul That Couldn't Be Sold in Hollywood

Silent, the room Your lips upon the ring, it's settled Have you anything to say for yourself? Nothing? Yes, that's correct Now blow onto the candle So concludes the hour, on to the next What makes you move? What takes you high? What brings you pleasure? What dreams behold when all that gold comes in? What must be killed to cultivate that life of leisure? Dressed in Saturnian red There's no soul that couldn't be sold in Hollywood The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good Nary a spirit be spared in Hollywood So won't you come out, say it, say it? The page is torn Alas, don't say I didn't warn ya Now cut your finger, let the blood come down, down Depress the index to the Codex MK-Ultra By now you see that we run this town There's no soul that couldn't be sold in Hollywood The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good Nary a spirit be spared in Hollywood So won't you come out, say it, say it? There's no soul that couldn't be sold in Hollywood The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good Nary a spirit be spared in Hollywood So won't you come out, say it, say it? No soul - in Hollywood The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good Plenty of room in the Hotel Hollywood So won't you come out, say it, say it? So won't you come out, say it? Sing it