"Hollywood Whore" lyrics - PAPA ROACH

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
Throwin' a fit, makin' 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 goin' 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 goin' down
I'm sorry but the party's over

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

Ha ha ha ha
Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya, honey
Ha ha ha ha ha ha