No Soul That Couldn't Be Sold in Hollywood
Silent, the room
Your lips upon the ring, it's settled
Have you anything to say for yourself?
Nothing? Yes, that's correct
Now blow onto the candle
So concludes the hour, on to the next
What makes you move?
What takes you high?
What brings you pleasure?
What dreams behold when all that gold comes in?
What must be killed to cultivate that life of leisure?
Dressed in Saturnian red
There's no soul that couldn't be sold in Hollywood
The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good
Nary a spirit be spared in Hollywood
So won't you come out, say it, say it?
The page is torn
Alas, don't say I didn't warn ya
Now cut your finger, let the blood come down, down
Depress the index to the Codex MK-Ultra
By now you see that we run this town
There's no soul that couldn't be sold in Hollywood
The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good
Nary a spirit be spared in Hollywood
So won't you come out, say it, say it?
There's no soul that couldn't be sold in Hollywood
The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good
Nary a spirit be spared in Hollywood
So won't you come out, say it, say it?
No soul - in Hollywood
The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good
Plenty of room in the Hotel Hollywood
So won't you come out, say it, say it?
So won't you come out, say it?
Sing it
Your lips upon the ring, it's settled
Have you anything to say for yourself?
Nothing? Yes, that's correct
Now blow onto the candle
So concludes the hour, on to the next
What makes you move?
What takes you high?
What brings you pleasure?
What dreams behold when all that gold comes in?
What must be killed to cultivate that life of leisure?
Dressed in Saturnian red
There's no soul that couldn't be sold in Hollywood
The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good
Nary a spirit be spared in Hollywood
So won't you come out, say it, say it?
The page is torn
Alas, don't say I didn't warn ya
Now cut your finger, let the blood come down, down
Depress the index to the Codex MK-Ultra
By now you see that we run this town
There's no soul that couldn't be sold in Hollywood
The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good
Nary a spirit be spared in Hollywood
So won't you come out, say it, say it?
There's no soul that couldn't be sold in Hollywood
The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good
Nary a spirit be spared in Hollywood
So won't you come out, say it, say it?
No soul - in Hollywood
The ones you love all keep drugged up for their own good
Plenty of room in the Hotel Hollywood
So won't you come out, say it, say it?
So won't you come out, say it?
Sing it
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Writer(s): Rhode Rachel
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