Welcome to Hollywood girl.
Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore.

Combine the throbbing in my head
with 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 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? Undone
Who could ever?
Who the fuck could ever?
Take the place of me? Right here
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.
Who could ever?
Who the fuck could ever?
Take the place of me? yead
Say Who could ever?
Say who the fuck could ever?
Even fake the place of me?
Wipe from your mouth.
Get up off your knees
and make me your god.
Who could ever?
Who the fuck could ever?
It's sexual debauchery you fucking cunt
you fucking whore 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 (I don't need to know)
And take my memories of her with you.
Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know)
And take my memories of her with you.
Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know)
And take my memories of her with you.
Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know)
And take my memories of her with you.
Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know)
And take my memories of her with you.
Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know)
And take my memories of her with you.
Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know)
And take her fucking with you.

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