Papa Roach - Hollywood Whore

At first, todays choice of music video, Hollywood Whore by Papa Roach, might seem an unusual one to help get into the mood for all the horror that's to come; but it's a fun little tune and if you stick with the video until the end you'll see why it got included. It might also remind you of a review from way back in Year 2. Be warned though, like the 30 Days of Fright itself, this mood-setter is not for the kids (though I suppose the presence of the word "Whore" in the title should really have given that away already).

Hollywood Whore Lyrics:

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over

Cocaine nose and trendy clothes
Gotta send her to rehab
She found out she's got no soul
But it really doesn't bother her

White trash queen, American dream
Oh what a role model
Throwing a fit, making a scene
Like no tomorrow

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over

The talk of the town
And she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over
No-o-ow

Awake by noon, drunk by four
Sucked up in the showbiz
You're so lame, your such a bore
I wanna kick your teeth in

Plastic smile to match your style
We can tell you got a face lift
You're so vain, you're so vile
You're a number one hit

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over

The talk of the town,
And she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over

The cameras are gone
And nobody screams
She couldn't survive her fifteen minutes of fame

Her friends are all gone,
She's going insane
She'll never survive without the money and fame

It's all going down the drain

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over

The talk of the town,
And she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over

The talk of the town,
And she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over

Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
No-o-ow

Ha-ha-ha
Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya, honey!
Ha-ha-ha