[Chorus] Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor Can't take it no more I'm sorry, but the party's over The talk of the town is she's goin' down I'm sorry, but the party's over now
[Chorus] Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor Can't take it no more I'm sorry, but the party's over The talk of the town is she's goin' down I'm sorry, but the party's over now
[Bridge] The cameras are gone, and nobody screams She couldn't survive her 15 minutes of fame Her friends are all gone; she's going insane She'll never survive without the money and fame It's all going down the drain (Down the drain, down the drain, down the drain...)
[Chorus] Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor Can't take it no more I'm sorry, but the party's over The talk of the town is she's goin' down I'm sorry, but the party's over now
Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor Can't take it no more I'm sorry, but the party's over The talk of the town is she's goin' down I'm sorry, but the party's over now
[Outro] Wake up, the party's over Wake up, the party's over Wake up, the party's over Wake up, the party's over Don't let the door hit ya Where the good Lord split ya, honey!
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A hate-letter to starlets more famous for sex and drugs than for their talent, the first single from Papa Roach’s sixth studio album Metamorphosis tells a tale all too familiar to the world: a barbie-doll, “carefree” lifestyle that inevitably fails and has destructive consequences.
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