Hollywood Potters

Mothers, hold on to your sons and your daughters
Should Hollywood claim them, you’ll hold them no more
'Cause they’ll become clay to the Hollywood potters
And there’s no escape once they walk through that door
Hollywood, Hollywood, dungeon of drama
Center of sorrow, city of schemes
Hollywood, Hollywood, terrace of trauma
Palace of promises, dealer in dreams
Some, they go hungry and some go insane
Some go to the bottle and some to the veins
Some become users and some become used
And some even make it, but most never do
Hollywood, Hollywood, dungeon of drama
Center of sorrow, your city of schemes
Hollywood, Hollywood, terrace of trauma
Palace of promises, dealer in dreams
You spin them around like a merry-go-round
You mold them and shape them and then throw them down
All of your glitter and all of your gold
Is that what you give in exchange for a soul?
'Cause they sell their souls for the likes of you
While you chew up and spit out what you cannot use
So mothers, hold on to your sons and you daughters
Should Hollywood claim them, you’ll hold them no more
'Cause they’ll become clay to the Hollywood potters
And there’s no escape once they walk through that door
Hollywood, Hollywood, dungeon of drama
Center of sorrow, city of schemes
Hollywood, Hollywood, terrace of trauma
Palace of promises, dealer in dreams