Hollywood Whore
Papa Roach
Time For Annihilation..On the Record, and On The Road (2010)

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

Throwing a fit, making a scene like no tomorrow



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 going down

I'm sorry but the party's over now



Awake by noon, drunk by four, sucked up in the showbiz

You're so lame, you're such a bore I wanna kick your teeth
in

Plastic smile to match your style, we can tell you've got a
face lift

You're so vain, oh so vile, you're 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 is she's going 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 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, down the drain



Hollywood whore passed out on the floor

I'm sorry but the party's over

The talk of the town is she's going 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 is she's going 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



Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya,
honey