Dead Hollywood

So you wanna make a friendly conversation with the devil Steal a couple melodies and win platinum records And every time you close your eyes You only wish for one thing Take one take two, one red one blue Run, you should be scared Life isn't fair, hiding is hard in the spotlight Run, going somewhere? It's in the air, trading a buck for a fake like Look what happened here Burning cities, broken dreams Just over the hills Rich get rich off lies and sins Look what happened here Another twenty-something kid Who might be the next big thing Til he's dead Take a shot take a shot straight to your head Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood's dead Take a shot take a shot straight to your head Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood's dead Take a shot take a shot straight to your head Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood's dead Take a shot take a shot straight to your head Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood's dead So you wanna pack your bags, catch a ride to California Can't afford the city? maybe live someplace suburban And if you count the million things you did just to get there To end up at a bar, working twelve-hour shifts And if you count the people who could maybe give a damn Maybe you, maybe one Maybe three, maybe none The walls are caving in it's getting harder to go on It's all about the profit, who knows who, and who to con Don't fall don't get close Warner Brothers, Golden Globes Doors are made of gold Picture starlets, fake awards Don't fall don't get close Warner Brothers, Golden Globes Doors are made of gold Picture starlets, fake awards Heartless TV shows Maybe one more plastic girl Slips downs an empty road Til she's dead Now Hollywood is Take a shot take a shot straight to your head Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood's dead Take a shot take a shot straight to your head Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood's dead Take a shot take a shot straight to your head Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood's dead Take a shot take a shot straight to your head Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood's dead