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LA is where stars come to die
Hold your breath - try not to lie
LA is where stars come to die
Hold your breath - try not to lie
To burn out in the blink of the public eye
Need the paparazzi to prove you're alive
You wanna do something with your life?
Drop dead... HELLO!
Drop dead... GOODBYE!
(CHORUS)
Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit
You came so close you could almost taste it...
But God, God, God hates your outfit (fit, fit, fit)
God, God, God hates your outfit (fit, fit, fit)
God, God, God hates your outfit
Hold your emotions under the knife
(Let's pretend, we're satisfied...)
Non-refundable and overhyped..
Now you look like you feel on the inside.
You wanna do something with your life?
Drop dead... HELLO!
Drop dead... GOODBYE!
(CHORUS)
Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit
You came so close you could almost taste it...
But God, God, God hates your outfit (fit, fit, fit)
God, God, God hates your outfit (fit, fit, fit)
God, God, God hates your outfit
God, God, God (x 11)
Hates your outfit
(CHORUS)
Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit
You came so close you could almost taste it...
But God, God, God hates your outfit (fit, fit, fit)
God, God, God hates your outfit (fit, fit, fit)
God, God, God hates your outfit
By;; Allan