Papa Roach — Hollywood Whore

[Intro] Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor I'm sorry, but the party's over [Verse 1] Cocaine nose and trendy clothes Gotta send her to rehab She found out she's got no soul But it really doesn't bother her White trash queen, American dream Oh, what a role model Throwing a fit, making a scene Like no tomorrow [Chorus] Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor Can't take it no more I'm sorry, but the party's over The talk of the town is she's goin' down I'm sorry, but the party's over now [Verse 2] Awake by noon, drunk by 4:00 Sucked up in the showbiz You're so lame, you're such a bore I wanna kick your teeth in Plastic smile to match your style We can tell ya got a facelift You're so vain, oh, so vile You're a number-one hit [Chorus] Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor Can't take it no more I'm sorry, but the party's over The talk of the town is she's goin' down I'm sorry, but the party's over now [Bridge] The cameras are gone, and nobody screams She couldn't survive her 15 minutes of fame Her friends are all gone; she's going insane She'll never survive without the money and fame It's all going down the drain (Down the drain, down the drain, down the drain...) [Chorus] Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor Can't take it no more I'm sorry, but the party's over The talk of the town is she's goin' down I'm sorry, but the party's over now Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor Can't take it no more I'm sorry, but the party's over The talk of the town is she's goin' down I'm sorry, but the party's over now [Outro] Wake up, the party's over Wake up, the party's over Wake up, the party's over Wake up, the party's over Don't let the door hit ya Where the good Lord split ya, honey!