Well let's pack our bags and head west.
Where the cites only breed evil, yes.
The entertainment news becomes approach.
But sex, drugs, and ballads wake a dog.

Sex and Hollywood, sex and Hollywood. (x4)

Well just try to make me glimmer anti-sin.
And see if I survive tomorrow.
'Cause I am the nightmare, not what it says.
All feels how you’ve chosen,
And we’ll live the dread.

Sex and Hollywood, sex and Hollywood. (x4)

Sex and Hollywood, sex and Hollywood. (x3)