| Tonight imaginations are thrilling like the fourth of july | |
| We're blowing up from quitters and lies | |
| So much for studio fire | |
| Now it's growing like explosions that are filling the sky | |
| Blowing up this city tonight | |
| Dancing with those devil eyes | |
| Your eyes are like the sunset telling lies on santa monica's sight | |
| Hoping for that dream, that life | |
| Working weekends and this stereo is trying to make a miracle | |
| Singing out loud | |
| But it's only temporary | |
| God i'm gonna eat you up | |
| And i'm gonna do your drugs | |
| All because i knew i could | |
| I'm coming young hollywood | |
| 323 what's more? | |
| We're counting the hours, minutes, seconds | |
| And loving what we're doing here | |
| 101's pretty shore | |
| We're basking in coastlines until i watch sunsets off of it's boulevard. | |
| But it's only temporary | |
| Thousands of stars aligning the side | |
| You walked into these eyes | |
| Your mind's that one in mind |