So unholy is Hollywood,
So foul and full of fools,
Sending sin via silver screen
All the while hidden from heaven,
Stuck on Earth beneath the smog of everything cliché.
This might be the West, but no one here has won,
Except for the devil, the conductor of this gravy train,
Selling tickets, buying souls,
Gathering chips for a trip to Vegas,
Sucking countless prey into the pitiful pit of the American Dream
Only to be spit them back out with battered spirits,
Hopelessly helpless and homeless, begging for a better bargain.
It’s nothing but a land green with greed between the shining seas,
Bad grass stained yellow with the piss and vomit of a drunkard’s dreams.
Beneath the smog, beneath such an uncaring cloud,
A hobo drifts in and out of heroin’s horror,
Trying to forget that fix,
Warped within a black and white world.
Here it’s either cut or dry.
On the streets, drugs run free
At the cost of countless souls consumed.
Have you seen the blue jean, cocaine queen selling herself on that silver screen,
Sick in size with hollow eyes, holding onto her powder prize?
A model to the masses, molded for the millions,
A client to the King of Crap, as he rakes in billions.
Is this what God meant when he said “Let there be beauty”,
Or have such angels just painted their wings,
Freeing the fumes of fame to fuck with their heads and hearts?
Will we ever reach perfection,
The pearl that pulses at the center of the sun,
Or have all the angels with the silver wings
Given up on their golden goal to be guiding guardians,
When all that is held holy in the heart of heaven,
Is lost to us on Earth?