Hollywood Whore

Singer: Papa Roach
Album: Metamorphosis

Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over

Cocaine nose and trendy clothes, gotta send her to rehab
She found out she's got no soul, but it really doesn't bother her
White trash queen, American dream, oh what a role model
Throwing a fit, making a scene like no tomorrow

Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town, is she's going down?
I'm sorry but the party's over now!

Awake by noon, drunk by 4, sucked up in the showbiz
You're so lame, you're such a bore, I wanna kick your teeth in
Plastic smile to match your style, we can tell you got a face lift
You're so vein, oh so vile, you're a number one hit

Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town, is she's going down?
I'm sorry but the party's over

The cameras are gone, and nobody screams
She couldn't survive her 15 minutes of fame
Her friends are all gone, she's going insane
She'll never survive without her money and fame
It's all going down the drain

Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town, is she's going down?
I'm sorry but the party's over

Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town, is she's going down?
I'm sorry but the party's over

Wake up! The party's over
Wake up! The party's over
Wake up! The party's over
Wake up! The party's over now!

Don't let the door hit ya when the good Lord split ya, honey!