Papa Roach - Hollywood Whore

Hollywood whorePassed out on the floorI'm sorry but the party's over

Cocaine noseAnd trendy clothesGotta send her to rehabShe found out, she's got no soulBut it really doesn't bother her

White trash queenAmerican dreamOh, what a role modelThrowin' a fit, makin' a sceneLike no tomorrow

Hollywood whorePassed out on the floorCan't take it no more bitchI'm sorry, but the party's over

The talk of the townAs she's goin' downI'm sorry but the party's over now

Awake by noon, drunk by fourSucked up in the show bizYou're so lame, you're such a boreI wanna kick your teeth in

Plastic smile to match your styleWe can tell ya got a face liftYou're so vain, oh so foulBecome a number one hit

Hollywood whorePassed out on the floorCan't take it no moreI'm sorry, but the party's over

The talk of the town

As she's goin' downI'm sorry but the party's over

The cameras are goneAnd nobody screamsShe couldn't survive her fifteen minutes of fameHer friends are all goneShe's goin' insaneShe'll never survive without the money and fameIt's all going down the drain

Hollywood whorePassed out on the floorI'm sorry but the party's over

The talk of the townAs she's goin' downI'm sorry but the party's over

Hollywood whorePassed out on the floorI'm sorry but the party's over

The talk of the townAs she's goin' downI'm sorry but the party's over

WAKE UP!The party's overWAKE UP!The party's overWAKE UP!The party's overWAKE UP!The party's over NOW

HAHAHAHADon't let the door hit yaWhere the good lord split ya honeyHAHAHAHAHAHA

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