 Welcome to Hollywood, girl
Wake the fuck up to Hollywood, whore
My dance has passed
Combine the throb within my head
Within the rhythm of my fucking feet
Say a novena for all those lost
And read the bloodstains on the sheets
I've whored myself for less than this
And I've prayed to appear too fed
As I knelt on my pillow
God, I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head
Who could ever, who the fuck could ever take the place of me?
Now I kiss up to God my fists
And I pray to keep my head
Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened
And my fists all fucking red
Through sickness and health
I've kissed up to God two years
I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger
In the valley of the fucking locust
Wipe it off your mouth
Get up off your knees
And make me your god
It's sexual debauchery, you fucking cunt
You cost what you're worth
Followed by a boy like this
Re-ignited by all your visits
As long as your mouth is shut
You'll still be fucking beautiful
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
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