Out of the scene, would you forget about me?
I don’t want to be tempted, I don’t want to be remembered
High all day, get yourself a lobotomy
I’m sick and I’m lazy
These streets don’t haunt me

Hollywood listen, I’m coming for you
With celluloid scars in my eyes
It’s going to be different this time
No dreams like suburban dreams

I felt like a square peg in a round hole
I had so much to say and no one to say it to
Hollywood look up Look sharp Hold hard!
For now I walk your streets with only ghosts for company
Where every second sign says dream big dreams
For these are all you need and nothing else is real

Those golden days when I was winning
And I would talk and Hollywood listen
Those golden days

Thousands come and thousands go
Though not like me
See I’m made for fame
Its pre -ordained
I’m made for fame

Out of the scene, would you forget about me?
I don’t want to be tempted, I don’t want to be remembered
Worship not, false gods and speak not the lie
We bid you goodbye and hope you don’t die

Hollywood listen, I’m coming for you
With celluloid scars in my eyes
It’s going to be different this time
No dreams like suburban dreams

Billy wilder,James dean, Steve McQueen
They were good, but I will be better
And I’ll do it younger I’ll be a wonder
Goodbye, farewell, it’s been a riot