paroles de chanson Hollywood - Silverchair

In the middle of the side of the road
I′m a cynical baby
So your god fell in love with the war
Well he's only your God
I′m the first male lesbian
I feel less being jaded
The gayest straight boy that you'll ever meet
And I meet everyone only not in the flesh
Easy, hopeless admiration of a Hollywood home
Easy, hopeless admiration
We're living in, we′re living in a Hollywood home
We′re living in, we're living in a Hollywood hole
We′re living in, we're living in a Hollywood home
We′re living in
In the middle of the side of the road
I'm a cynical baby
So your god fell in love with the war
He never knew why but hell, he made a fault
Easy, hopeless admiration of a Hollywood home
Easy, hopeless admiration
We′re living in, we're living in a Hollywood home
We're living in, we′re living in a Hollywood hole
We′re living in, we're living in a Hollywood home
We′re living in, we're living in
Head′s tied to a rolling sculpture
Limp feet proceed to hold me
Easy, hopeless admiration of a Hollywood home
Easy, hopeless admiration
Easy, hopeless admiration of a Hollywood home
Easy, hopeless admiration
We're living in, we′re living in a Hollywood home
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood hole
We′re living in, we′re living in a Hollywood home
We're living in, we′re living in
We're living in
We′re living in
We're living in
We′re living in, we're living in
Now that you've come home