God Hates Your Outfit

[Verse 1]
LA is where stars come to die
Hold your breath - try not to lie
LA is where stars come to die
Hold your breath - try not to lie

[Verse 2]
To burn out in the blink of the public eye
Need the paparazzi to prove you're alive
You wanna do something with your life?
Drop dead hello, drop dead goodbye

[Chorus]
Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich and you're skinny but you look like shit
You came so close you could almost taste it
But God, God, God hates your outfit

[Verse 3]
Hold your emotions under the knife
Let's pretend we're satisfied
Non-refundable and overhyped
Now you look like you feel on the inside
You wanna do something with your life?
Drop dead hello, drop dead goodbye

[Chorus]
Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich and you're skinny but you look like shit
You came so close you could almost taste it
But God, God, God hates your outfit

[Chorus]
Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich and you're skinny but you look like shit
You came so close you could almost taste it
But God, God, God hates your outfit