Hollywood (Alternate Acoustic)

I'm sick of violence, sick of money
Sick of drinking, sick of drugs, sick of fucking
Sick of staring at the ads on the bus
Hollywood makes me wanna puke

Hollywood makes me want to
You got a face that you think
Will last as long as the sphinx
But the poster's painted over in a week if it stinks
So let the people decide on a metro ride
Because everyone's an artist but no one has the time, yeah

Everywhere I go I'm oppressed by these energies
Like it? Yes, I love it
I hear music in my head
Was that a gun?
He was snapping his gum
Are my earbuds on the fritz?
There's a hiss on the bus and it goes round

Hollywood makes me wanna puke (oh)
Hollywood makes me wanna
Hollywood
Hollywood
Hollywood
Hollywood

Faces form faces
Phrases come in phases
Take me to your palace
Make me think I'm famous
Okay!

Hop inside (come see my movie)
Hop inside (come see my movie)
Hop inside (come see my movie)
Catch a ride (it's kinda groovy)

You can't disengage with one single aspect
Watching from the sidelines
Supervising lines
Why don't you take what you can get?
No disruptions on the set
You're gonna wind up back home
Where your fear splits in two like Moses

Into mansions and Monroeses
Logic and hypnosis, good and evil, lonely people
They don't talk about the 12-year-olds on pills
Waking up in beds of big producers
I can make you famous
I can make you something

Don't go back to Oklahoma
What's in Oklahoma?
You know this is not for public consumption
You know nothing
This is nothing
That's the slogan

If you're suffering
If you're hungry for something
It's nothing
Don't you watch the news or read the movies?
You do?
Me too