Marquee

They will know me They will love me They will praise me They will know my name Fembots meet in Hollywood colliding With their carved out sides and their plastic smiles Drugs don’t work because they took them all And now they’re dry The shuffle of the dimes who come by the dozen To latch to the suits that give and take, exploit, control And toxify their conducts, pacify their intellect For the right place we can fake this all night More for less, to pad their pocketbooks keep them smiling Bleach their roots, till bright-eyed girls Are all blown out pros One and two and three is for the show With looks to kill it’s all they know It’s one and two and three is for the show Self-absorbed they learned it from Monroe To live and die in Hollywood’s the dream Sold herself to be a tabloid queen To live and die in Hollywood’s the dream She sold herself to suffocate the scene They will know me They will love me They will praise me When they see my name in lights Time moves fast but in Hollywood it flies You’ve gone past your prime, dying on the vine The ones that fed you won’t feed you now Because you’re dry The retreat of the mimes that live on borrowed time And cling to a trick that’s brought and sold and getting old You knew it would destruct, now your moments up What a dirty end, Hollywood’s revenge Locked and loaded To see my name in lights Locked and loaded I’ll see my name in lights