America's obsessed with celebrity worship
What's new with Brad and Jennifer's courtship
It's horseshit, let's torch it
Hollywood and Vine's so fine for ground zero
No time for fake heroes
Don't try to resist it survival of the fittest, no stop at the top
Just drop off the A-list
The greatest made plans must be put to rest
When there's a life and death struggle versus
Second best
Stuck-up bastards, they roll in their fast cars
Passing all the little guys like they were their masters
Disaster on the wings of a prayer goin' nowhere
Hollywood Babylon may come, but I don't care
We got the matches and the gasoline
So let's revive the magic of the silver screen
It only takes one match to burn a city of greed
Lights camera satisfaction guaranteed
C'mon, c'mon
Let's burn this bridge tonight
(Get back baby now)
The pretty faces meet in the street where shame breeds
Stain the sheets, plot the schemes and chase dreams
Deceived by the market that breeds the red-carpet disease
Seems everything is make believe
There's no trust just lust and corruption
The busted networks pray on moral reduction
Obedient to the media's instructions
Stuck in this next big budget production
Parasitic insects who revel in sex and special effects
Level the sets when the Devil collects
Pay only big bills to suckers with no skills
Who pop pills for cheap thills in Beverly Hills
- yo Cash Till - Mr. Ickarus - I'm sick of this
All these millionaires cry that the business is hit-or-miss
Then get the hell out (of) the spotlight
You know that it's not right that an ingrate
Like you become the hot hype
We got the matches and the gasoline
So let's revive the magic of the silver screen
It only takes one match to burn a city of greed
Lights camera satisfaction guaranteed
C'mon C'mon Let's burn this bridge tonight
(Get back baby now)
So take your collogen lips and lipo-suck my dick
You lunatic masochists
I'm back and I'm pissed
I insist, I defy and resist
Hey Paris (you dumb bitch) comin' at ya with a clenched fist
Could've warned you California would be your demise
'Cause every road is quicksand, every man's in disquise
Baptized by the spotlights filling up the skyline
Designer sunshine is filling up my mind
Move to the back of the line instead of past it
I've had it with all you primadonnas tainting the classics
Ain't it fantastic, dramatic and drastic
Nothing makes me puke like a bitch full of plastic
So you you wanna be the next headline, Kidd?
Lost your mind - think you might just find it
Misguided, You tried it, you failed
Unsatisfied by this modern-day fairy tale
