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I wanna thank you for coming to our showI'm glad you made it, don't you know?Someday we'll do it once againBut as for now, we've reached the endIf you've been drinking, please don't driveBut if you do, turn the stereo up real loudSo you don't hear the crash when you die
Hollywood ending / Hollywood ending
We've gotta get back on the roadThat road so lonely and so coldBut don't you shed a tear for meCos see our tour bus has: heat, A.C., a king-sized bedA fully-stocked fridge, a stripper's pole, and a plasma T.V.And a Playstation 3
Hollywood ending / Hollywood endingHollywood ending / Hollywood
I got it bad, bad, it makes me madThey take for granted what you haveThey got no soul in my opinionI got it bad, bad, it makes me madThey take for granted what you haveThey got no soul in my opinion / They got no soul in my opinionYou people got no soul in my opinion / Let me fill the hole in your ignitionAnd I'll slip the pole into position / YEAH!
(This one is dedicated to all the Hollywood dreamers, rolling around in daddy's Beamers ... And all the pasty-white troubadours in berets, in the hotels and cafes, covering "Hallelujah"... And all the pseudo-intellectuals, and homogenized metrosexuals ... Ineffectuals, fasheezy ... Playing Parcheesi, in the beezy ... GREASY! ... It's summertime, bitch, and the living's EASY! ... All you need is love ...)
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