Verse 1: Mother's hold on to your sons and you daughters Should hollywood claim them, you'll hold then no more Cause they'll become claimed to the hollywood potters And there's no escape once they walk through that door
Chorus:
Hollywood, hollywood dungeon of drama Center of sorrow, city of schemes Hollywood, hollywood terrace of trauma Palace of promises, dealer in dreams
Some, they go hungry and some go insane Some go to the bottle and some to the vains Some become users and some become used And some even make it, but most never do
Repeat chorus
Tag:
You spin them around like a merry-go-round You mold them and shape them and then throw them down All of your glitter and all of your gold Is that what you give in exchange for a soul Cause they sell their soles for the likes of you While you chew up and spit out what you cannot use
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