"Bomb Hollywood" lyrics
Look Pops, we made it
Grey headed and faded
Too dumb to fake it
To ShifRock the credit
I'm just tryin' to get
Tongue like Ginette It
Sliced like Gillette It
Plus the temper of Annette
And the planet buggin' Ain't it?
Don't you want to be famous?
Objective their hatred
Break bread with fakers
The movers and shakers
Running with the lesser
They swear that you're the greatest
Eager to do favors
All the new flavors
Careful not to start actin' all major
Slap happy across faces
Revolvers at 12 paces
With all of them Rick James's
I just want to pour a little Red Bull on my money
So my pockets got wings
And I can be that fly by the seat of my pants
Human being that I've been tryin' to be for so long
She told me, "Bomb Hollywood and call it art"
They always seem to love when it falls apart
The dead stars will become legends
We'll claim freedom of expression
I bet that movie would be... massive!
Yeah, sometime I want to scream
But who don't though?
Most babble the bobo
Especially after a fat gag of the gogo
Sad, but it's so true
They Yoko Ono coo-coo
Psycho, Loco, It's cool though
I've walked the dog on these yo'yos
String 'em along, then Duncan on 'em in slowmo
I'm from back when you could blow up off a dope demo
A hollow rope and a rented limo
Couldn't afford those
Dad delivered newspapers in a yellow Pinto
And worked at the Big Apple, Sewell Park
Bo West... Evergreen, off Ignico
Hickeys and the Roquemores, DSkiLove and Anabo
Come on
She told me, "Bomb Hollywood and call it art"
They always seem to love when it falls apart
The dead stars will become legends
We'll claim freedom of expression
I bet that movie would be... massive!
She told me, "Bomb Hollywood and call it art"
They always seem to love when it falls apart
The dead stars will become legends
We'll claim freedom of expression
I bet that movie would be... massive!
Grey headed and faded
Too dumb to fake it
To ShifRock the credit
I'm just tryin' to get
Tongue like Ginette It
Sliced like Gillette It
Plus the temper of Annette
And the planet buggin' Ain't it?
Don't you want to be famous?
Objective their hatred
Break bread with fakers
The movers and shakers
Running with the lesser
They swear that you're the greatest
Eager to do favors
All the new flavors
Careful not to start actin' all major
Slap happy across faces
Revolvers at 12 paces
With all of them Rick James's
I just want to pour a little Red Bull on my money
So my pockets got wings
And I can be that fly by the seat of my pants
Human being that I've been tryin' to be for so long
She told me, "Bomb Hollywood and call it art"
They always seem to love when it falls apart
The dead stars will become legends
We'll claim freedom of expression
I bet that movie would be... massive!
Yeah, sometime I want to scream
But who don't though?
Most babble the bobo
Especially after a fat gag of the gogo
Sad, but it's so true
They Yoko Ono coo-coo
Psycho, Loco, It's cool though
I've walked the dog on these yo'yos
String 'em along, then Duncan on 'em in slowmo
I'm from back when you could blow up off a dope demo
A hollow rope and a rented limo
Couldn't afford those
Dad delivered newspapers in a yellow Pinto
And worked at the Big Apple, Sewell Park
Bo West... Evergreen, off Ignico
Hickeys and the Roquemores, DSkiLove and Anabo
Come on
She told me, "Bomb Hollywood and call it art"
They always seem to love when it falls apart
The dead stars will become legends
We'll claim freedom of expression
I bet that movie would be... massive!
She told me, "Bomb Hollywood and call it art"
They always seem to love when it falls apart
The dead stars will become legends
We'll claim freedom of expression
I bet that movie would be... massive!
