Motel of the White Locust Glassjaw

My dance has passed
Welcome to Hollywood, girl
Wake the fuck up to Hollywood, whore

Combine the throb within my head
With the rhythm of my fucking feet
Say a novena for all those lost
And read the bloodstains on the sheets
I've whored myself for less than this
And I've prayed to appear fed
As I knelt on my pillow, god
I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head

Who could ever, who the fuck could ever
Take the place of me?
Who could ever, who the fuck could ever
Take the place of me?

Now I kiss up to God my fists
And I pray to keep my head
Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened
And my fists all fucking red
Through sickness and in health
I've kissed up to God for two years, I've focused
On the cameos made by the tiger
In the valley of the fucking locust