You look so pathetic riding the coattail
And everyone knows it's your face for sale
Well I'm a contract, yeah I'm a paper
No, you're a face lift, and you're a faker
So tell me stories, I want to hear these
Entertain me, bills make me crazy
H O L L Y W O O D
We've got to know where to go
We've got to know where to go
Tell me something, is there a reason?
Tell me something, is there a reason?
I want to see it in paper.
Tell me one thing, how do you sleep?
How do you think? How do you dream lately?
You look so ironic standing alone
It only fits so where's my camera
Tell me one thing, where did your friends go?
They went with the crowd, who's mainstream now?
One more question, where'd you leave your soul?
I don't know.