Is it bad I want a million-dollar breakup?
Is it bad I wanna be the ghost that leaves you on read? (The ghost that leaves you on read!)
You can't be seen without your makeup
And try, and try not to look happy
'Cause we know you're sad (because we know you're sad!)

Have we lost control?
Why do we wait in line to sell our souls?
And we just wanna live in Hollywood, die in Hollywood
Wishing that we could be
Live in Hollywood, die in Hollywood
It's zombie Hollywood

Is it bad I want a million fuckin' fake friends?
It's so sad, I need a shitty ego to fit in?
I'm gonna do all the drugs and drink all the drinks
I don't give a fuck, I don't care what you think
We're all misunderstood

Have we lost control?
Why do we wait in line to sell our souls?
And we just wanna live in Hollywood, die in Hollywood
Wishing that we could be
Live in Hollywood, die in Hollywood
It's zombie Hollywood

Ain't nothing but brain rot
Ya brainwashed
A walkin', talkin' blood clot
Passed out on the floor
Wanting nothing more than just a thirst for the death clock
Your walkin', talkin' pains suffocating you alive
Your dancin' with the dead and you ain't got no place to hide (woah-oh-oh-oh-oh!)
You lost control, you sold your soul
Your running with the demons that give false hope (woah-oh-oh-oh-oh!)
You lost control (you lost control!), you sold your soul (you sold your soul!)
Your running with the demons, that's all you know

Have we lost control?
Why do we wait in line to sell our souls? (Sell our souls?)

Have we lost control?
Why do we wait in line to sell our souls?
And we just wanna live in Hollywood, die in Hollywood
Wishing that we could be
Live in Hollywood, die in Hollywood
It's zombie Hollywood

Live in Hollywood, die in Hollywood
Wishing that we could be
Live in Hollywood, die in Hollywood
It's zombie Hollywood

It's zombie Hollywood!
It's zombie Hollywood!
Wake up!