Walk of Fame

Bottle up the problems
Because nothing’s gonna solve them now
Just kill the sound
Then she and all her girlfriends
They go out, dressed in purple satin
Choking back the fashions
Hoping shit will happen
Here right now
Make up your mind
Stop wasting our
Time will tell
Dare you, do I?
Fuck that!!!
First he’ll tell you one thing
Even when his eyes say
«I'm sorry, I’m slipping once again.»
Hate to say I told you
Hate to say I told you anything at all
You never listen anyways
Here right now
Make up your mind
Stop wasting our
Time will tell
Dare you, do I?
You don’t know what I am capable of
Keep this knife by my side, until I die
You don’t know what I am capable of, oh no no
When you said that you’ll stay!
This is how Hollywood kills revolutions
And this is where the shit has to stop
Breeding a counter-culture of traitors and whores
Nurturing their greed because our money means more
This city is a disease
Spreading and sucking the life out of every pure thing
Cocaine and drinks is how they are raised
Fucking their way to the party from which they came
Just like Mommy and Daddy did
Aren’t they the reason that you’re a monster, yeah
I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright on my own
With you on the other side of the world
I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright on my own
So I guess you can see
As plain as I can be
The initials 'L.A.' aren’t in my vocabulary