Dolly Parton — Hollywood Potters

Mothers, hold on to your sons and your daughters Should Hollywood claim them, you'll hold them no more 'Cause they'll become clay to the Hollywood potters And there's no escape once they walk through that door Hollywood, Hollywood, dungeon of drama Center of sorrow, city of schemes Hollywood, Hollywood, terrace of trauma Palace of promises, dealer in dreams Some, they go hungry and some go insane Some go to the bottle and some to the veins Some become users and some become used And some even make it, but most never do Hollywood, Hollywood, dungeon of drama Center of sorrow, your city of schemes Hollywood, Hollywood, terrace of trauma Palace of promises, dealer in dreams You spin them around like a merry-go-round You mold them and shape them and then throw them down All of your glitter and all of your gold Is that what you give in exchange for a soul? 'Cause they sell their souls for the likes of you While you chew up and spit out what you cannot use So mothers, hold on to your sons and you daughters Should Hollywood claim them, you'll hold them no more 'Cause they'll become clay to the Hollywood potters And there's no escape once they walk through that door Hollywood, Hollywood, dungeon of drama Center of sorrow, city of schemes Hollywood, Hollywood, terrace of trauma Palace of promises, dealer in dreams