Hollywood Whore lyrics

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

And she's going down

I'm sorry but the party's over

No-o-ow

Awake by noon, drunk by four

Sucked up in the showbiz

Your so lame, your 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, you're 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,

And 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,

And 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,

And she's going down

I'm sorry but the party's over

Wake up, the party's over

Wake up, the party's over

Wake up, the party's over

Wake up, the party's over

No-o-ow

Ha-ha-ha

Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya honey

Ha-ha-ha

• Artist:Papa Roach
• Album:Metamorphosis (2008)