Emptiness dead-smooth and choking the air

I'm leaving Hollywood if you don't care

Lost in the twilight of self-consciousness

Trying to picture the smile you might wear



Where are the plastic doves ready to kill

The inspiration I try to fulfill?

Cry for me, sister, on Valentine's Day

You'll find me lying on Hollywood Hill



The weather is fine, what a wonderful day

His bloody robe suits him tolerably well

But he can never induce me to stay





Your double-dealing voice hits me so low

But I'm your henchman so I have to go

Nobody sees that I'm only your frame

When I left Hollywood they all will know





Someday you're gonna crucify me in a black-painted room

You're gonna call all your opponents who're gonna spit me in the face, hit me in the face

And I will laugh about everyone

I'd cover my mug if I could





Emptiness dead-smooth and choking the air

I'm leaving Hollywood if you don't care

Lost in the twilight of self-consciousness

Trying to picture the smile you might wear

Trying to picture the smile you might wear

Trying to picture the smile you might wear