Papa Roach – Last Resort (Instrumental) 0

Hollywood whore
passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over

Cocain nose, trendy clothes
Gotta send her to rehab
She found out she's got no soul
But it really doesn't bother her
White Trash queen
American dream
Oh what a Role Model
Throwing a fit
Making a scene
Like no tomorrow

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town
And she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over now

Awake by noon, Drunk by four
Sucked up in the showbiz
You're so lame
You're such a bore
I wanna kick your teeth in

Plastic smile to match your style
We can tell you got a face lift
You're so vain, oh so vile
You're a number one hit

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town
And she's going down
I'm sorry but the partys over

The cameras all gone
And nobody screams
She couldn't survive her 15 minutes of fame
Her friends are all gone
She's going insane
She'll never survive without the money and fame

It's all going down the drain

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town
And she's going down
I'm sorry but the partys over!

Hollywood whore passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town and she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over

Wake up!
The party's over
Wake up!
The party's over
Wake Up!
The party's over
Wake Up!
The party's over now!

Ha! Ha! Ha!
Don't let the door hit ya where the good looks split ya hunny!
Ha! Ha! Ha!