Papa Roach
Hollywood Whore
Duration: 03:55
File type: mp3
File size: 9.00 МБ
Bitrate: 320
Lyrics of "Papa Roach — Hollywood Whore"
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
Can't take it no more
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 four, 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 facelift
You're so vain, oh, so vile
You're a number one hit Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
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 The cameras are gone, and nobody screams
She couldn't survive her fifteen minutes of fame
Her friends are all gone, she's going insane
She'll never survive without the money and fame
It's all going down the drain
(Down the drain)
(Down the drain)
(Down the drain)
(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 that 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 that 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!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya, honey!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
