When the collectors come
They'll find you in cold sweat
There won't be martyrs here
Just pills and cigarettes
Getting stoned like a kid
Watching your friends get rich
Counting the change on the shelf
All for the wishing well
You've been hanging out to dry for a long time
You're still waiting on that Hollywood goldmine
On display but you don't even know why
You're still waiting on that Hollywood goldmine
Silence in the air
Just like a widow's song
I mourn for those we've lost
Whose futures' we won't know
And maybe if you overdose
You'll be some kids hero
Let us all glorify
This thing called rock and roll
You've been hanging out to dry for a long time
You're still waiting on that Hollywood goldmine
On display but you don't even know why
You're still waiting on that Hollywood goldmine
Nothing to see
In the emptiness under the spotlight
Nothing to see
Yeah, we'll all forget by tomorrow night
Nothing to see
Just another name in another town
Nothing to see
Yeah the way up's harder than the way back down