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.