Hollywood Promises Billy Idol

I need a name, a place in the game
A way to sustain my stake in the frame
Then Hollywood, you come callin'

Oh, fickle fate, will it happen too late?
With the morning sun will I be done, or in Hollywood?
And she starts bawlin'

I'm talkin' 'bout the weatherman with his golden tan
Has a master plan, he's talkin' 'bout Hollywood
Hollywood promises

Now, I live in the hills on whiskey and pills
And inside my head, I vanquish the dead
And Hollywood, she's rewardin'

Well I'm riding the wave
Yes, and rock n' roll saves
And right to the top and down I'll drop
And Hollywood, you com crawlin'

Talkin' 'bout the actor man who needs a chance
But he's cleaning vans
I'm talkin' 'bout hooker bars and the crazy cars
Searching' for the stars
I'm talkin' 'bout Hollywood
Hollywood promises