Hollywood

Jon Fratelli: How can it be that I could be lost again?
Here in a town of yesterday's desperate men
All dressed up to go for the final scene
Here comes the dread they fed me in last night's dream

Jon Fratelli: She's got too much class for the likes of me

Lou Hickey: I'll stay but don't make me nervous

Jon Fratelli: Lost in the haze of yesterdays memory

Lou Hickey: Don't think that you don't deserve us

Jon Fratelli: Crying all the way to the bank on the bullet train

Lou Hickey: But crying don't get you nowhere

Jon Fratelli: I must be the only man that they couldn't frame

Jon Fratelli & Lou Hickey: I couldn't see the enemy till he was close behind
Waltzing blind, through my mind
And if the lights should freeze, oh please
Don't make it him, or me
Then we'll see

Jon Fratelli: This city is a monument to bad taste in vain

Lou Hickey: Hooray for Hollywood, break out the search lights above

Jon Fratelli: But I couldn't tear myself away, so I can't complain

Lou Hickey: Send out the substitutes, tonight we'll be making love

Jon Fratelli: Crawling in deaf and dumb for the losers ball

Lou Hickey: Here's to the house on the hill and the thrill of it all

Jon Fratelli: Sinking in a tidal wave of alcohol

Jon Fratelli & Lou Hickey: How could I miss, it's come to this
Hollywood final scene
Make it clean
And if the lights should freeze, oh please
Don't make it him, or me
Then we'll see

Jon Fratelli & Lou Hickey: I couldn't see the enemy till he was close behind
Waltzing blind, through my mind
Look out below
This heart will blow
Hollywood style tonight
It don't seem right

Jon Fratelli & Lou Hickey: And if the lights should freeze, oh please
Don't make it him, or me
Then we'll see