Leaving Hollywood

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 Hills

Spoke to an acolyte coming my way
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 gonna crucify me in a black-painted room
you gonna call all your opponents who gonna spit me in the
ace 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