All we are is entertainment,
Caught up in our own derangement, 
Tell us what to say and what to do. 
All we are are pretty faces, 
Picture perfect, bottled rage, 
Packaged synthesized versions of you. 

We've all made petty fortunes 
But we can't afford a life, 
Confined to pull-out quotes 
And hotel rooms, 
They all scream California 
And its toppling empire, 
But can't you see the end  [bad word] soon?  [bad word] on [bad word] all the new sensation, 
Guarantees then obligations, 
Spotlights follow every single move. 
Basking here on ten foot stages, 
Pouty lips and oh so jaded, 
All as if we have something to prove. 

Despite these petty fortunes 
We still can't afford a life, 
Confined to pull-out quotes 
And hotel rooms, 
They all scream California 
And its toppling empire, 
But can't you see the end 
Is here? 

And if we cared at all 
About this unknown plight, 
Then we'd do something more 
To finally make this right. 

Is this only entertainment? 
Pull the curtains, places please, 
We've learned to sing and dance 
And cry on cue. 
But this is more than entertainment, 
In a world so sick with pain 
This is the only thing 
That's real or [bad word] .. 

We've all made petty fortunes 
But we can't afford a life, 
Confined to pull-out quotes 
And hotel rooms, 
They all scream bloody murder 
Over graves already dug, 
But can't you see the end?