My road to excess was paved with broken glass
I learned fast ya gotta kiss ass and that’s not my specialty
see, LA has never felt like home to me
So many ears here full of wax that want meaningless facts
Like, what kind of Rolex is that or how long will Tom and Katie last?

All this empty conversation and speculation
It’s like one nation under hallucination
Put down your play station and listen ~
to a sonic blast of truth cuz most don’t put to use
a fraction of their brain capacity
It’s as if there’s all these candles half lit,
and the evolutionary process suffers because of it.
Desperate guys who profit from girls’ lives like ransom, I
spit at those nitwits who hold their dicks like guns
and tried to take me hostage, I kicked ‘em where their weapons hung.
And the more they tried, the more they got none -
Cuz in the end all you got’s your pride and your soul’s reflection
and how will your self–respect survive if you Madonna your way to riches
and then have to deny and use kids as alibis why,
you’re no longer the queen of bitches?
When everybody knows and her track record shows
she throws more switches than the Wizard of Oz,
before Toto blew his façade.
Maybe I’m masochistic and that’s why I stay here
amongst the media whores and the corrupt, the sculpted shrubs,
fake hugs and strip clubs.
It’s like, snap back to reality with your game show mentality,
but all I got’s a poor girl’s salary so I’m stuck, and shit outta luck.
So I stumble and crumble as I’m force fed this mumble jumble
In this concrete jungle.
People with no souls, fast cars, slow hoes and low blows,
those who take off their clothes for the Joe with the most dough…
I know I should bail, but where would I go?
Twisted vines distort the straight lines,
and at least the sun shines most the time on
Hollywood Babylon.