Song | Hollywood |
Artist | The Wallflowers |
Album | The Wallflowers |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Jakob Dylan | |
You talk so loud, you talk so much and you talk so funny, | |
But honey, what are you talkin' about ? | |
Something 'bout being, being reimbursed | |
For every unregistered virus. | |
Drainpipes are filled up with dirty rain, | |
And the leisure train is speeding in the diamond lane. | |
With electricity shut off again | |
Leaving the night-life only for the madmen. | |
Oh my God | |
They've sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
An' oh my God, | |
I guess it was never understood, | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. | |
Well, everybody's got their own smoke-screens | |
With personal armies for everyone in between. | |
With plastic rifles given to every team | |
What a beautiful dream, even bullets have guarantees. | |
An' oh my God | |
They've sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
An' oh my God, | |
I guess it was never understood, | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. | |
There's the sweetest evil image detector | |
As sweet as nectar, an overrated candy dispenser. | |
She don't give food to eat or anybody, anyplace to sleep, | |
But she can tell you, what you can and what you can't create. | |
An' oh my God | |
They've sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
Oh my God, | |
I guess it was never understood, | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. | |
An' oh my God | |
They've sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
An' oh my God, | |
Guess it was never understood | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. |
Lyrics: Jakob Dylan | |
You talk so loud, you talk so much and you talk so funny, | |
But honey, what are you talkin' about ? | |
Something ' bout being, being reimbursed | |
For every unregistered virus. | |
Drainpipes are filled up with dirty rain, | |
And the leisure train is speeding in the diamond lane. | |
With electricity shut off again | |
Leaving the nightlife only for the madmen. | |
Oh my God | |
They' ve sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
An' oh my God, | |
I guess it was never understood, | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. | |
Well, everybody' s got their own smokescreens | |
With personal armies for everyone in between. | |
With plastic rifles given to every team | |
What a beautiful dream, even bullets have guarantees. | |
An' oh my God | |
They' ve sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
An' oh my God, | |
I guess it was never understood, | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. | |
There' s the sweetest evil image detector | |
As sweet as nectar, an overrated candy dispenser. | |
She don' t give food to eat or anybody, anyplace to sleep, | |
But she can tell you, what you can and what you can' t create. | |
An' oh my God | |
They' ve sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
Oh my God, | |
I guess it was never understood, | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. | |
An' oh my God | |
They' ve sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
An' oh my God, | |
Guess it was never understood | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. |
Lyrics: Jakob Dylan | |
You talk so loud, you talk so much and you talk so funny, | |
But honey, what are you talkin' about ? | |
Something ' bout being, being reimbursed | |
For every unregistered virus. | |
Drainpipes are filled up with dirty rain, | |
And the leisure train is speeding in the diamond lane. | |
With electricity shut off again | |
Leaving the nightlife only for the madmen. | |
Oh my God | |
They' ve sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
An' oh my God, | |
I guess it was never understood, | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. | |
Well, everybody' s got their own smokescreens | |
With personal armies for everyone in between. | |
With plastic rifles given to every team | |
What a beautiful dream, even bullets have guarantees. | |
An' oh my God | |
They' ve sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
An' oh my God, | |
I guess it was never understood, | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. | |
There' s the sweetest evil image detector | |
As sweet as nectar, an overrated candy dispenser. | |
She don' t give food to eat or anybody, anyplace to sleep, | |
But she can tell you, what you can and what you can' t create. | |
An' oh my God | |
They' ve sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
Oh my God, | |
I guess it was never understood, | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. | |
An' oh my God | |
They' ve sold Hollywood, | |
Burned down my neighborhood, | |
Even shot Robin Hood. | |
An' oh my God, | |
Guess it was never understood | |
To understand brotherhood | |
Right from wrong | |
And the bad from the good. |