v1 Saturday morning Matinee a lonely child, was my get-away. main attraction for half the pay, a distraction from the pain. v2 Moving pictures, sights and sound I dared to wrap my heart around beautiful people brave and strong, were the monsters all along pc shoulda kept that dirty mouth shut a lid on that childhood rage now the world screaming for you to "cut' be a better actor off stage. ch Goodbye Hollywood your casting couch is gone now just kindling, like firewood, so we can burn it all down we'll burn it all down. v3 Broken people with pretty faces conjuring up their scars. stroking egos in secret places eclipse the passing star. shoulda kept your zipper shut kept a lid on that primal urge, now a smorgasborg of cash and smut for remembering words. Breaking people with pretty faces conjuring up the scars. strokin egos in secret places, then falls the newborn star. "..and have the balls to call it "art". Goodbye Hollywood Goodbye Hollywood Goodbye Hollywood Goodbye hollywood
