I can't tell you why we look to Hollywood
There's nothing like the camera's eye to turn your flesh into wood
I can't tell you why we turn to Hollywood
But if you like your cake in your eyes
You'll make your way to Hollywood

In Hollywood it don't smell like it should
No in Hollywood it really don't smell like it should

Something's calling the flies to the pile in Hollywood
As natural as ergot on rye, psylocybin grows as it should
Diseased is the seed in our minds
And yet you bake our brains in the pie
In turn we put your witches on trial
And burn them all in Hollywood

In Hollywood it don't smell like it should
No in Hollywood it really don't smell like it should

You're welcome by
You're welcome by in Hollywood
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