All we are is entertainment,
Caught up in our own derangement,
Tell us what to say and what to do.
All we are are pretty faces,
Picture perfect, bottled rage,
Packaged synthesized versions of you.
We've all made petty fortunes
But we can't afford a life,
Confined to pull-out quotes
And hotel rooms,
They all scream California
And its toppling empire,
But can't you see the end
Is coming soon?
Come on, come all the new sensation,
Guarantees then obligations,
Spotlights follow every single move.
Basking here on ten foot stages,
Pouty lips and oh so jaded,
All as if we have something to prove.
Despite these petty fortunes
We still can't afford a life,
Confined to pull-out quotes
And hotel rooms,
They all scream California
And its toppling empire,
But can't you see the end
Is here?
And if we cared at all
About this unknown plight,
Then we'd do something more
To finally make this right.
Is this only entertainment?
Pull the curtains, places please,
We've learned to sing and dance
And cry on cue.
But this is more than entertainment,
In a world so sick with pain
This is the only thing
That's real or true…
We've all made petty fortunes
But we can't afford a life,
Confined to pull-out quotes
And hotel rooms,
They all scream bloody murder
Over graves already dug,
But can't you see the end?