Will Althen - Dinner At the Ritz

Hollywood has ate my face
Now I'm in the run of the same old race
Now that Hollywood has ate my face
I wanted a feast after my first taste

They where stuck together with glue and paste
They made there own supreme race
Out of our rat race

They took our lies, our tattered tears
they took a yellow moon and made it gold
took all our fears and made them bold

They've stolen my lot and thrown it in with theirs
They've eaten my face so I can take money from yours

Will Althen

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