I grab a shake and impersonate the Alamo
Just another last stand on the run
Another take on an unsung Figaro
Peel my lip, my anxiety begun
Trip a tip
If all was good
Just a nip
In the Hollywood
If all is well
You wish you could
See you in hell
In the Hollywood
I can’t believe, though it’s all made clear to me
Through the trouble, it’s running on dry
Push to a sieve, for a filtered infinity
Part the rubble, a good day to die
Find your kind
Under your hood
Now dear don’t mind
It’s just Hollywood
What a thrill
Nobody would
Jack offed Jill
For a Hollywood
and it tears us apart
knowing all of our art
was bum from the start
a torturous act
for matter of fact
but how to redact
It drains us all
Before the fall
When down the hall
Is Hollywood
A brighter day
As all to say
They ran away
To Hollywood
I want them back
From heart attack
They fade to black
In Hollywood
Where is my friend
When ’til the end
We’d play pretend
For Hollywood