Burn, Hollywood, Burn - Exodus

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, glamour queen

The only reason we know your name

Is bad night vision pornography

From the «real» housewives of botox hills

To the cunts of Bel-Aire

You can’t look away from the cathode ray

Why does anybody fucking care

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