| 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. |