Hollywood Whore — Papa Roach

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 HAHAHAHAHAHA