How can it be that I could be lost again?
Here in a town of yesterday's desperate men
All dressed up to go for the final scene
 [bad word] the dread they fed me in last night's dream

She's got too much class for the likes of me
I'll stay but don't make me nervous
Lost in the haze of yesterdays memory
Don't think that you don't deserve us
Crying all the way to the bank on the bullet train
But crying don't get you nowhere
I must be the only man that they couldn't frame

I couldn't see the enemy till he was close behind
Waltzing blind, through my mind
And if the lights should freeze oh please
Don't make it him or me
Then we'll see

This city is a monument to bad taste in vain
Hooray for hollywood break, out the search lights above
But I couldn't tear myself away, so I [bad word] 
Send out the substitutes, tonight we'll be makin' love
Crawling in deaf and dumb for the losers ball
Here's to the house on the hill and the thrill of it all
Sinking in a tidal wave of alcohol

How could I miss [bad word] to this Hollywood final scene
Make it clean
And if the lights should freeze oh please
Don't make it him or me
Then we'll see

Look out below this heart will blow Hollywood style tonight
It don't seem right