James Woods
There’s glamour on the silver screen
Like liquid mercury
Lives only to be seen
It shimmers and it glimmers
As it wraps its tendrils round your brain
Like a vapor dream
Hollywood kills everything
Created in a factory
In clouds up in the sky
Unicorns carry angels
To sing their songs on high
I’ll tell you, children, secrets of this place where bluebirds fly
So come to Hollywood, where dreams all come to die
I’ll pull the curtain open
I’ll give a word on high
A friendly little caveat
This whole place is a lie
Hollywood kills all it touches
It’s a swamp of creatures vile
They don’t gut you with a rusty blade
They do it with a smile
So c’mon, the starlet says
With eyes so baby blue
Give it to me, big boy
You know that I love you
You leap into her cold dead heart
And you can hardly wait
Now give me all your money, honey
Heartbreak is your personal fate
This little girl jumped from the sign
It’s like a lighthouse on the shoal
But when it’s time to turn and flee
Lured by the piper’s roll
Satan smiles and fame beguiles
It’s just a big black hole
Just another wasted dream
Hollywood kills everything
It’s no place for children
It’s no Kansas fair
It’s no place to wish or hope
It’s just a demon’s lair
By alchemy and other schemes
She’s a pie up in the sky
It’s a magnet for your dreams
Where only angels fly
So, c’mon, all you kids
Come to Hollywood on high
So, c’mon, you little children
It’s where the dreams all come to die
It’s just another wasted dream
Hollywood kills everything