Hollywood

Speak to me, preacher, a damn shame to meet you The whole world's gone mad, what the hell did they teach you? We've drunk all the rivers and sinned like the plagues Still creeping ever closer to our end of days And I still recall the day I lost my faith When I hung up that cross on the mirror's frame I think I'll kill another man, and burn all the bridges that I can And I hope I never see that fucking thing again We tore down Verona to write it again Poisoned the horses and all the king's men It's box office bullshit, it's Hollywood, friend And we'll never be in fucking showbiz again They said Jack was nimble, and Jack was quick He snuffed the wick out, he's a giant prick So tell me more about 'mysterious ways' And mass graves and war crimes on hot summer days We tore down Verona to write it again Poisoned the horses and all the king's men It's box office bullshit, it's Hollywood, friend And we'll never be in fucking showbiz again If there's good in this down, man, I ain't seen it yet The two-dollar beers are as good as it gets So sin with me, preacher, over cigarettes And maybe we'll talk of this 'church' thing again Let's make a mockery of how youth die Let's write a smash hit the kids can buy Frame a suicide note, hang it on your wall Then proceed to live to age 94 You've got your golden ticket, but you can't play nice You've got your pigeon holes right on the dotted line Man, I can fake it too, just show me where to sign You better stick to binary, that's the life Got to slice the cancer with minimum fuss Before the scalpel decides to rust While Salem's cisterns turn to dust And we'll burn the rest of it if we must Do you remember the last days of Rome? Did it feel a little bit like a broken home? We're going to drag the church through the dirt Hope it doesn't hurt, and make history alone Yeah, we'll make history on our own So I drove a thousand miles down a yellow-brick road Trying to find a good price for my spine and my soul And Alice always told me that, "That's the price of fame,' Better wash the red pill down the rabbit hole again We tore down Verona to write it again Poisoned the horses and all the king's men It's box office bullshit, it's Hollywood, friend And we'll never be in fucking showbiz again If there's good in this town, man, I ain't seen it yet The two-dollar beers are as good as it gets So sin with me, preacher, over cigarettes And maybe we'll talk of this 'church' thing again Maybe we'll talk of this 'church' thing again Maybe we'll talk of this 'church' thing again