Holly Wood Ya

Today I gonna send the papers
Tomorrow gonna blow it off
Then I'm gonna show the neighbors
I've finally had enough
Of livin' on paper money
When the paper ain't thick enough
To pay the price of lovin' something
I just don't seem to love

Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round?
In this hard stone cold world
That's got my feet on the ground
And all the season
Taste bad in my mouth
And it's got me down
Holly wood ya

I haven't got time for wondering
Ain't making no time for hope
I've gotta be doin' something
Instead of getting hooked on dope
Got me over the barrel
But I feel like standing up
Life ain't always fair now baby
Controlling your own luck

Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round?
In this hard stone cold world
That's got my feet on the ground
And all the season
Taste bad in my mouth
And it's got me down
Holly wood ya

Hollywood ya try to keep my head on right?
Hollywood ya fill my hungry appetite?
Oh Holly could I find the fruit
And take a bite?
You've got to stand here in my corner
As I win this fight