Hollywood Whore (Live) - 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

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 got a facelift

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 now

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...

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 that 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 that 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

HA-HA-HA-HA!

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

HA-HA-HA-hA-HA!