Papa Roach

Papa Roach - Hollywood Whore

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Hollywood whore

Passed out on the floor

I'm sorry but the party's over

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

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

As she's going down

I'm sorry but the party's over now

Awake by noon, drunk by four

Sucked up in the show biz

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 face lift

You're so vain, oh so foul

your a number one hit

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

As she's going down

I'm sorry but the party's over

The cameras are gone

And nobody screams

She couldn't survive her fifteen 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

Hollywood whore

Passed out on the floor

I'm sorry but the party's over

The talk of the town

As she's going' down

I'm sorry but the party's over

Hollywood whore

Passed out on the floor

I'm sorry but the party's over

The talk of the town

As she's going' down

I'm sorry but the party's over

WAKE UP!

The party's over

WAKE UP!

The party's over

WAKE UP!

The party's over

WAKE UP!

The party's over NOW

HAHAHAHA

Don't let the door hit ya

Where the good lord split ya honey

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Thanks to Brendon for these lyrics

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Thanks to Jason for these lyrics

Thanks to papa roach a7x and hollywood undead luvr for correcting these lyrics

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