Holy Wood

Hollywood Blvd
Jimmy D's and Karen Carpenters
Harbingers of the softeners
Arbiters of my off color thoughts
Artifice and floss
Peeking through the moss
Muffled the coughs
Got some stardust on your shoulder
Brush it off
Seek the sweetness of a Melrose with a pseudonym
Battle of public and private faces
Question: who is Him
Mephistopheles
Advise against the deed
Then help you do it
Falling to your knees
A certainty
Beyond the the bad and good
Yes I'm seldom sorry
Not a second thought to feeling and fussing
You wanna get to know the niceties of nothing
Starving for consumption
City that's sunk in midsummer
Dreaming the life of another
Built by the biggest of brothers
Times you've been had, well I wonder
Is paradise lost
Fingers crossed
Touching soft
Spewing mouthfuls of exhaust
Higher than a choir loft
Still these angels always look aristocratical
Especially when they're pluming out their feathers for another fucking bacchanal

There's a Heaven full of stars in the valley below
And when the dark comes out you can hide in the glow
Gilded halo round your head won't ever do you no good
Everybody's gold leaf in the Holy Wood
There's a Heaven full of stars in the valley below
And when the dark comes out you can hide in the glow
Gilded halo round your head won't ever do you no good
Everybody's gold leaf in the Holy Wood

Exposed teeth and bone
Shed your skin at the coat
Subtle slither up your spine
Till it's wrapped up
Broke-backin
Up action
Reckon there's nothing more classic than
That reaction
Kettle have you met pot
Lick of difference
Not a lot
Well who taught you how to talk
Words taste like rot
Working backwards
Try to take back words
Seal the tomb
But what dries faster
Ignorance or plaster
Still stand where giants should
You could
Anything you could do you would
All good
Speak slow so it's understood
Truth is hard to swallow you can choke on the Holy Wood

I'm a sum one
All my cells interlinked
Stuck in sync
So bad I'm thinking that I gotta double think
Twinning peak
Always grinning when I speak
That cheek to cheek
Got a smile with a sneak
And an audible critique
Head like a blackout
Young mother fuckers always talking about a turnabout
One that they've been spreading with the shallow hand of word of mouth
Scream and shout that liberty is turning out
Sucking on the scepter of a shadow of a doubt
Who makes the profit
Pockets are leaking out a promise
Dishonest when you're getting a coin to have a conscious
Watch a lottery getting turned to an auction
Precaution for the pain and the problem's forgotten
Sitting there and sipping on the woe that you've begotten
Talking for an audience and soon you'll really start the rotting
Modest in the marks but pretty fast you're clothing up a coffin
You should try to stay alive
The revolution will be monetized

There's a Heaven full of stars in the valley below
And when the dark comes out you can hide in the glow
Gilded halo round your head won't ever do you no good
Everybody's gold leaf in the Holy Wood
There's a Heaven full of stars in the valley below
And when the dark comes out you can hide in the glow
Gilded halo round your head won't ever do you no good
Everybody's gold leaf in the Holy Wood