You look so pathetic riding the coattail   And everyone knows it's your face for sale   Well I'm a contract, yeah I'm a paper   No, you're a face lift, and you're a faker   So tell me stories, I want to hear these   Entertain me, bills make me crazy      H O L L Y W O O D   We've got to know where to go   We've got to know where to go      Tell me something, is there a reason?   Tell me something, is there a reason?      I want to see it in paper.   Tell me one thing, how do you sleep?   How do you think? How do you dream lately?      You look so ironic standing alone   It only fits so where's my camera   Tell me one thing, where did your friends go?   They went with the crowd, who's mainstream now?   One more question, where'd you leave your soul?   I don't know.