Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Breeding sinners like nowhere else
Here is where you lose your soul
I came here from another dimension
Trying to figure out the way myself
Feel at home in this cursed wasteland
Guess I must have lost my sense
It commands and the world obeys
Getting dumber everyday
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Pretty damn close to the gates of hell
Just a misstep away
After parties or desperation
Who goes home at 2 am?
A girl may cover your expenses
If you can cope with her crap
Either that or your own rent
Maybe not a choice you have
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Your ambition is our trade
We need waiters anyway
Sell your soul for some attention
Everyone wants their little stage
At some point comes desperation
Nothing's going like the plan
Just a joke or your own fate
No more laughter when you fade
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
What illusions do you have
Better men have failed that
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Pretty damn close to the gates of hell
Just a misstep away
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Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Breeding sinners like nowhere else
Here is where you lose your soul
I came here from another dimension
Trying to figure out the way myself
Feel at home in this cursed wasteland
Guess I must have lost my sense
It commands and the world obeys
Getting dumber everyday
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Pretty damn close to the gates of hell
Just a misstep away
After parties or desperation
Who goes home at 2 am?
A girl may cover your expenses
If you can cope with her crap
Either that or your own rent
Maybe not a choice you have
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Your ambition is our trade
We need waiters anyway
Sell your soul for some attention
Everyone wants their little stage
At some point comes desperation
Nothing's going like the plan
Just a joke or your own fate
No more laughter when you fade
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
What illusions do you have
Better men have failed that
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Pretty damn close to the gates of hell
Just a misstep away
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Breeding sinners like nowhere else
Here is where you lose your soul
I came here from another dimension
Trying to figure out the way myself
Feel at home in this cursed wasteland
Guess I must have lost my sense
It commands and the world obeys
Getting dumber everyday
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Pretty damn close to the gates of hell
Just a misstep away
After parties or desperation
Who goes home at 2 am?
A girl may cover your expenses
If you can cope with her crap
Either that or your own rent
Maybe not a choice you have
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Your ambition is our trade
We need waiters anyway
Sell your soul for some attention
Everyone wants their little stage
At some point comes desperation
Nothing's going like the plan
Just a joke or your own fate
No more laughter when you fade
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
What illusions do you have
Better men have failed that
Hollywood dreams are bound for disaster
Hollywood streets, a nuthouse and a dumpster
This is the end of the game
I hope you know where you stand
Pretty damn close to the gates of hell
Just a misstep away
Writer: Ferdinand Andrekowisch
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