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While writing this song today I realized that none of my tracks have a chorus. You should hear the beat to this one, it's so damn catchy; I can't stop humming it.
.Hollywood Undead Can Suck My Dick.(catchy title, huh?)
There is a time and place, and right now we don't need cameras; we need flesh.
Drowning on the red carpet, mumbling for a helping hand.
Pulling at the velvet ropes just to have them fall on top of you.
..And in the midst of it all; a barrage of flash bulbs explode and their operators are screaming to know what designer you're wearing and who's bloods all over your hands.
The leading lady's a no show!!!!
Just strike up the band and crack a smile, maybe they won't notice.
REVOLT! REVOLT!
The screening room is on fire!!!!
The extras want their pay checks and the director wants the guilds approval.
The film roll is a fuse, leading to your eyes, to detonate this whole room.
Leaving plastic limbs and 48hour marriages strewn across the auditorium.
He blames the internet.
She blames Eminem.
Well I blame Hollywood; patronizing cocaine usage.(as if I didn't patronize it enough myself)
Tick tick tick tick tick tick BOOM!
Cut shot to a solider dying for a scripted cause.
But where's the glamor in this war?
It must be the drag queen that just ran through the back door.
Scarfing down a double burger and fries on the way to an appointment with her(err... his) plastic surgeon.
Believe me hun, it's gonna catch up to you.
Don't lie to the girl(errr...guy) just buying into the worn-out life of doctor bills and depression pills.
Downing capsule after capsule cause you can't see the sun shine?
Maybe the problem lies beneath, or maybe your butler is O.D.ing so he can't get up to open your blinds.
So I heard the ritzy life ain't all its cracked up to be. Is it because the palm trees creep into your room when you sleep or could it be that you cant see your reflection in your big screen tv?
4.3.2.1!!!
Get over it.
.Hollywood Undead Can Suck My Dick.(catchy title, huh?)
There is a time and place, and right now we don't need cameras; we need flesh.
Drowning on the red carpet, mumbling for a helping hand.
Pulling at the velvet ropes just to have them fall on top of you.
..And in the midst of it all; a barrage of flash bulbs explode and their operators are screaming to know what designer you're wearing and who's bloods all over your hands.
The leading lady's a no show!!!!
Just strike up the band and crack a smile, maybe they won't notice.
REVOLT! REVOLT!
The screening room is on fire!!!!
The extras want their pay checks and the director wants the guilds approval.
The film roll is a fuse, leading to your eyes, to detonate this whole room.
Leaving plastic limbs and 48hour marriages strewn across the auditorium.
He blames the internet.
She blames Eminem.
Well I blame Hollywood; patronizing cocaine usage.(as if I didn't patronize it enough myself)
Tick tick tick tick tick tick BOOM!
Cut shot to a solider dying for a scripted cause.
But where's the glamor in this war?
It must be the drag queen that just ran through the back door.
Scarfing down a double burger and fries on the way to an appointment with her(err... his) plastic surgeon.
Believe me hun, it's gonna catch up to you.
Don't lie to the girl(errr...guy) just buying into the worn-out life of doctor bills and depression pills.
Downing capsule after capsule cause you can't see the sun shine?
Maybe the problem lies beneath, or maybe your butler is O.D.ing so he can't get up to open your blinds.
So I heard the ritzy life ain't all its cracked up to be. Is it because the palm trees creep into your room when you sleep or could it be that you cant see your reflection in your big screen tv?
4.3.2.1!!!
Get over it.