Holly Wood Ya

Today I want to send the papers
Tomorrow gonna blow it off
Then I'm gonna show the neighbors
I've finally had enough

I'm livin' on paper money
And the paper ain't thick enough
To pay the price of loving something
I just don't seem to love

Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round
In this hard stone cold world
That's got my feet on the ground
And all the season tastes bad in my mouth
And it's got me down
Holly wood ya

I haven't got time for wondering
Ain't making no time for hope
I gotta be doin' something
Instead of getting hooked on dope

It's got me over the barrel
But I feel like standing up
Life ain't always fair now baby
Controlling your own luck

Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round
In this hard stone cold world
That's got my feet on the ground
And all the season tastes bad in my mouth
And it's got me down
Holly wood ya

Holly wood ya try to keep my head on tight
Holly wood ya fill my hungry appetite
Oh Holly could I find the fruit and
Take a bite

You've got to stand here in my corner
As I win this fight

Livin' on paper money
When the paper ain't thick enough
To pay the price of lovin' something
I just don't seem to love

Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round
In this hard stone cold world
That's got my feet on the ground
And all the season tastes bad in my mouth
And it's got me down

Holly wood ya
Holly wood ya
Holly wood ya
Holly wood ya