Emptiness dead-smooth and choking the air
I'm leaving Hollywood if you don't care
Lost in the twilight of self-consciousness
Trying to picture the smile you might wear
Where are the plastic doves ready to kill
The inspiration I try to fulfill?
Cry for me, sister, on Valentine's Day
You'll find me lying on Hollywood Hill
The weather is fine, what a wonderful day
His bloody robe suits him tolerably well
But he can never induce me to stay
Your double-dealing voice hits me so low
But I'm your henchman so I have to go
Nobody sees that I'm only your frame
When I left Hollywood they all will know
Someday you're gonna crucify me in a black-painted room
You're gonna call all your opponents who're gonna spit me in the face, hit me in the face
And I will laugh about everyone
I'd cover my mug if I could
Emptiness dead-smooth and choking the air
I'm leaving Hollywood if you don't care
Lost in the twilight of self-consciousness
Trying to picture the smile you might wear
Trying to picture the smile you might wear
Trying to picture the smile you might wear
