Emptiness dead-smooth and choking the air
I'm leaving Hollywood if you don't care
Lost in the twillight 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 my sister on Valentines's Day
You'll find me lying on Hollywood Hill

Spoke to an [bad word] 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

You 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're gonna [bad word] me in a black-painted room
You're gonna call all your opponents who are gonna
Spit me in the face 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 twillight of self-consciousness
Trying to picture the smile you might wear