Lyrics Hollywood Whore - Papa Roach

Hollywood Whore

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I’m sorry but the party’s over
Cocaine nose
And trendy clothes
Gotta send her to rehab
She found out, she’s got no soul
But it really doesn’t bother her
White trash queen
American dream
Oh, what a role model
Throwin’a fit, makin’a scene
Like no tomorrow
Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
Can’t take it no more bitch
I’m sorry, but the party’s over
The talk of the town
As she’s goin’down
I’m sorry but the party’s over now
Awake by noon, drunk by four
Sucked up in the show biz
You’re so lame, you’re such a bore
I wanna kick your teeth in Plastic smile to match your style
We can tell ya got a face lift
You’re so vain, oh so foul
Become a number one hit
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
As she’s goin’down
I’m sorry but the party’s over
The cameras are gone
And nobody screams
She couldn’t survive her fifteen minutes of fame
Her friends are all gone
She’s goin’insane
She’ll never survive without the money and fame
It’s all going down the drain
Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I’m sorry but the party’s over
The talk of the town
As she’s goin’down
I’m sorry but the party’s over
Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I’m sorry but the party’s over
The talk of the town
As she’s goin’down
I’m sorry but the party’s over
WAKE UP!
The party’s over
WAKE UP!
The party’s over
WAKE UP!
The party’s over
WAKE UP!
The party’s over NOW
HAHAHAHA
Don’t let the door hit ya Where the good lord split ya honey
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