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 may go hungry 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...



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...