Текст песни God Hates Your Outfit

LA is where stars come to die Hold your breath - try not to lie LA is where stars come to die Hold your breath - try not to lie To burn out in the blink of the public eye... Need the paparazzi to prove you're alive You wanna do something with your life? Drop dead... HELLO! Drop dead... GOODBYE! Hollywood knows you'll never make it You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit You came so close you could almost taste it… But God, God, God hates your outfit Hold your emotions under the knife (Let's pretend, we're satisfied...) Non-refundable and overhyped.. Now you look like you feel on the inside You wanna do something with your life? Drop dead... HELLO! Drop dead... GOODBYE! Hollywood knows you'll never make it You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit You came so close you could almost taste it… But God, God, God hates your outfit.