Hush and listen, there's someone at the door:
The script writers come to take away our souls.
Add sex and violence, mix with drugs and alcohol
Then let us pay to watch our broken wilted dreams on the screen
Sell your soul for fifteen hits a pop
Sell your body for even less
Sell your story, your trials and your triumphs.
For six dollars admission price, see yoursef on the screen.
What's your soul worth?
What's your life worth?
Is it worth sleeping with Hollywood?
How badly do you want to see your name in lights?
Or do you already see your face on the screen?
Where do you think they're getting those bright ideas--
A dollar for a dozen at the local coffee shop
For two quarters and a penny they'll crush your dreams
But what the hell, you're in the go to hell movies now