Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Faketown, artist - Joe Purdy. Album song Sessions From Motor Ave., in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: Joe Purdy
Song language: English
Faketown |
Billy’s been driving all night, he’s got a dream |
Wants to live up on the big screen |
And just like Jimmy Dean, he’s got his jacket on |
And his hair combed just right |
But there’s a hundred just like him and audition night is tonight |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down, on what’s left of this faketown |
Rosemary’s driving downtown |
On something that she heard from some talent scout |
She’s been working all day |
So she’d pay for those pictures to be done up in the right way |
And it was such a shame, when he said that she was just another pretty face |
He said no one ever gets nowhere, without shaking it here or there |
Honey, life ain’t fair |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down, on what’s left of this faketown |
This faketown |
Well you can fix your face |
You can fix your hair |
You can fix your body, with this needle here |
And watch them walk around, like a pack of wolves |
And they’ll tell you, you ain’t good enough |
That it ain’t your fault |
They say it ain’t your time |
But you just weren’t cut out, for the big time |
Now don’t you try, to be yourself |
'Cause things like that, they never sell |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
And I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down |
I wish the walls would come down, on what’s left of this faketown, faketown |
This faketown, this faketown |
This faketown, this faketown |
This faketown, this faketown |
This faketown, this faketown |
Dreary eyes can read and know in the dark |
Each street, it’s sign says faketown… |
And if ever his heart understood |
Next stop Hollywood (???) down by this faketown |
He’s drivin' his broken wheels, fallin' heels |
But he kept tellin' me it’ll be alright, if she calls |