Lyrics

There's a vampire in my room Sucking all my money away Another grand gone just like that For the privilege of LA No one cares how you make your money You just gotta make it to stay He says I'll see you next month Got enough just to get drunk Guess you call that American made American made I'm so sick of Tinseltown Build you up and break you down One more song to wear you out I'm so sick of Tinseltown Build you up and break you down One more song to wear you out I've got a home on Hollywood Boulevard I pitched that tent myself You know what they say About prime real estate I just can't wait to sell Can't wait to sell I'm so sick of Tinseltown Build you up and break you down One more song to wear you out I'm so sick of Tinseltown Build you up and break you down One more song to wear you out Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up
Writer(s): Jesse Alezano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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