When they come, they'll come with papers, smiling faces, looking for takers, don't you ever tell them who you are
Cause they'll stick their hands in your pocket, and you beg, they won't stop it
Don't you ever let them get that far
You just burn all the documents, burn all the documents
Here they come, La ugly, looking human but spitting venom
This is what I've been telling you
Yea you think up old and scattered, putting out some useless chatter
Where every word is always doom and gloom
When every broadcast sounds just like the last
When every broadcast sounds just like the last
Run cause
I'm sorry, there won't be a Hollywood ending
I'm sorry, there won't be a Hollywood ending
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn, burn
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn, burn
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn, burn
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn, burn
I'm sorry, there won't be a Hollywood ending
I'm sorry, there won't be a Hollywood ending
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents
Burn all the documents

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