From the recording Hollywood
Lyrics
Against all odds,
My back against the wall,
How could I have the Gaul,
To not pray to God when the world's praying on my downfall,
And marketers are preying on my girl,
Hoping that she falls in love,
With high fashion and foreign cars,
The passion is the tree but the forest is to tall,
And way to expensive and I'm just trying to have dreams live with the stars,
Guest list to the clouds enjoy the high,
Way to fly to feel the pressure of the crowd,
And this what paints my imagination's sky,
So it's all I see when I open my eyes,
Kodak the scheme so I can keep things in perspective in this dimension of disguise,
And see all the truth through the lies and see all the different hues of life
If Hollywood was a girl she would do anything to be a star,
Different scenes from around the world fancy clothes and fancy cars
The scheme is so social,
The money's so plentiful,
But it has no class like its been home schooled,
And hearts are an empty room so there'll be no slow dance,
Just move at a fast pace so follow the Russian rule,
Roulette so you really got no chance,
just multiplied by the dose of the substance used,
We've become accustomed to it but it comes with no flash and no corpse,
But we assemble like it's a public viewing,
Just to see the new trash,
That we label envogue,
Show a little more ass,
Use a little less soap,
Make a catch phrase and make a little more cash,
Sell the cola even if it's less coke,
Sell the life even if it's less soul,
And sell the dream even if it's less hope,
The image is less vivid,
With less panache but still you can make a killing
If Hollywood was a girl she would do anything to be a star,
Different scenes from around the world fancy clothes and fancy cars
More perfume, more make-up, less panties,
Don't forget to put your shades on,
You really don't want no one to know who you really are,
Let's be famous...
Debutantes dream of Celebutante queens,
sex and lies plaster the cover of magazines,
But never seen through a closed caption screen,
So we only see half of what the camera sees and when the aperture breathes,
Matter freezes frame but its never previewed the data's just streamed,
The sound's never EQ'ed just captures what we do,
Played to music it the soundtrack of fame
If Hollywood was a girl she would do anything to be a star,
Different scenes from around the world fancy clothes and fancy cars