Old Hollywood

In Old Hollywood, proud and gray All of the ghosts gathered round the TV We can argue all that you like We can argue until we fight But the loser may have been right Glamorous, black and white Zoning out, most the night Why do we end up imitating All the ones that we once were hating Men are clumsy, violent fools Women are a delicate pool of flowers and cobras Short story long I put it in a song As the TV was shouting on: Because being quiet can sometimes be more powerful than being right You could try it We can argue all that you like We can argue until we fight But the loser may have been right