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
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 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

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 that shes 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

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