Burn, Hollywood, Burn

Land of enchantment and fake reality
Where they put in vitro breeding machines
On the cover of a magazine
Trailer trash and human freaks

They grab their minute of fame
And still the puppets watch
And everybody knows the names

That's why I say
Burn, Hollywood, burn
When it's dead and gone we'll never miss a thing
Burn, Hollywood, burn

No more rotten to the core little sweet sixteens
Burn, Hollywood, burn
Time's running out on their minute of fame
Let's douse the fire by pissing on the flames

So young bitch and famous
Hotel heiress, glamor queen
The only reason we know your name
Is bad night vision pornography

From the real housewives of Botox Hills
To the cunts of Bellaire
You can't look away from the cathode ray
Why does anybody fucking care

That's why I say
Burn, Hollywood, burn
When it's dead and gone we'll never miss a thing
Burn, Hollywood, burn

No more rotten to the core little sweet sixteens
Burn, Hollywood, burn
Time's running out on their minute of fame
Let's douse the fire by pissing on the flames
Burn



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Writer(s): Gary Holt
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