Burn, Hollywood, Burn Lyrics - Exhibit B: The Human Condition - Exodus

Land of enchantment and fake reality 

Where they put in vitro breeding machines 

On the cover of a magazine 

Trailer trash and human freaks 

They grab their minute of fame 

And still the puppets watch 

And everybody knows the names 

That's why I say 

Burn, Hollywood, burn 

When it's dead and gone we'll never miss a thing 

Burn, Hollywood, burn 

No more rotten to the core little sweet sixteens 

Burn. Hollywood, burn 

Time's running out on their minute of fame 

Let's douse the fire by pissing on the flames 

So young, bitch and famous 

Hotel heiress, glamor queen 

The only reason we know your name 

Is bad night vision pornography 

From the "real" housewives of Botox hills 

To the cunts of Bel-Aire 

You can't look away from the cathode ray 

Why does anybody fucking care 

Burn, Hollywood, burn 

When it's dead and gone we'll never miss a thing 

Burn, Hollywood, burn 

No more rotten to the core little sweet sixteens 

Burn. Hollywood, burn 

Time's running out on their minute of fame 

Let's douse the fire by pissing on the flames