Lyrics
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