Chris Wardman - Beatles In Hollywood lyrics

There are no absolutes to human misery Things can get worse Hum...humming in the wires No news is good news Sad children of the fates These homeless of the world All gathered here in this bar for a while To forestall going out in the world Yeah, I think of a million things As I ride through the night My dead dad above me I'm down the well If this is hell Turn up the heat If you're the devil Turn up the god-damned heat You're a running, baby deer Caught in the headlights Have you ever really faced fear Like a bu*terfly in drying concrete Laying in the gutter facing the wrong way And the stars aren't here anymore If I ever get off of this bed I'll believe in you I just wanted to be good Like the Beatles in Hollywood (repeat) I'm so sick of cake I'm sick of health A drunken rage Hey, I can do that straight Logically I could reason my way Right back to hell I could medicate myself Right back into a coma Religiously I kick my habit Indulgently All the doctors in the town The nurses in the institution All the philosophers in the world All the priests in the suburbs Couldn't tell me why Why the woman hurt If they only had a clue They convince you that There's no such thing as luck Til you're so f**ed up You need a lawyer to become unstuck I just wanted to be good Like the Beatles in Hollywood (repeat) Don't ask me I've nothing to say Nobody cares about anybody else anyway Don't ask me I've nothing to say Nobody cares about anybody else anyway... I will not be another This is nameless drivel From this faceless void I will put my name on a tombstone And plant it in a quiet corner somewhere I just wanted to be good Like the Beatles in Hollywood (repeat)