text: Theyre the Hollywood kids each and every one
  With a high class smile and a little babys tongue
  Lonely hard head losers dressed in the tinsel of the times
  And learn all the latest lines and the order in which they come
  So perfumed sweet and so obscene
  Like the fancy dancers of our dirty green
  Oh they knew hello and good bye but not what goes in between
  Yea and its such a scene on Saturday night
  Fifth avenue freaks strait off the racks
  They swear you can buy and sell your soul on a good dat outside
  Theyre the Hollywood kids each and everyone
  And on Sunday back into their holes they run
  And on Monday here I stand alone on this littered stage like an animal who
  Forgot he was in a cage
  Just a restless soul
  Just waiting for em to come
  Theyre Hollywood kids each and everyone