Hollywood Ya

Today I gonna send the papers

Tomorrow gonna blow it off

Then I'm gonna show the neighbors

I've finally had enough

Of livin' on paper money

When the paper ain't thick enough

To pay the price of lovin' something

I just don't seem to love

Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round?

In this hard stone cold world

That's got my feet on the ground

And all the season

Taste bad in my mouth

And it's got me down

Holly wood ya

I haven't got time for wondering

Ain't making no time for hope

I've gotta be doin' something

Instead of getting hooked on ****

Got me over the barrel

But I feel like standing up

Life ain't always fair now baby

Controlling your own luck

Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round?

In this hard stone cold world

That's got my feet on the ground

And all the season

Taste bad in my mouth

And it's got me down

Holly wood ya

Hollywood ya try to keep my head on right?

Hollywood ya fill my hungry appetite?

Oh Holly could I find the fruit

And take a bite?

You've got to stand here in my corner

As I win this fight