Hollywood Whore

Album: Metamorphosis (2009)
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  • 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 show biz.
    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 face lift.
    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.

    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.

    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 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 going down,
    I'm sorry but the party's over.

    Wake up!
    The party's over

    Now, now, now, now

    Ha ha ha

    Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya, hunny.
    Ha ha ha Writer/s: Jacoby Shaddix, Jerry Horton, Tobin Esperance
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 4

  • S Hill from EnglandI think clearly it was mainly Roasting at Paris Hillton maybe all these Hollywood people like Britney spears etc but again most they're Roasting Paris
    I don't like her myself I think she plastic & fake & snuck up
    I love this song especially at the end when Jacoby says "Don't let door hit what good lord splitting you hunny" ha ha I used so many times at people I don't like
    Good song though
  • Richard Cranium from VinewoodSo basically everyone in hollywood?!
  • Jamie from Carlisle, --I think this song is not talking about a prostitute, just the general hollywood thin culture
  • Alan from The Meadow Of Rainbows, United Kingdomthis song is about a prostitute who gets old, and no longer is sexy enough to sell herself
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