Hollywood Ending Lyrics

Armageddon is around the corner and we’re still no closer to our goal
This night might spell disaster. Time to join the free for all!
Now the peasants are revolting and the powers that be have lost control
We must embrace the chaos. Time to join the free for all!

Our role models have no real morals; behind all our backs they reap the spoils
The have-nots left to rot, whilst they still live it up
We’re forced to pay the price whilst they don’t even feel the loss

Our town halls and city streets. Paved with a thousand broken dreams
For those who hide behind the scenes. There’ll be no Hollywood ending

Now the peasants are revolting and the powers that be have lost control
We must embrace the chaos. Time to join the free for all!

The forgotten generation have no hope or aspirations
They’re taking what they want, forsaking what they need
It’s no surprise we’re overrun with vanity and greed

Our town halls and city streets. Paved with a thousand broken dreams
For those who hide behind the scenes. There’ll be no Hollywood ending

Enough is enough, the time is now
We’re taking everything that’s not nailed down
We’re going to overrun this town
Until there’s nothing to be found

Amidst the wreckage of our false economy
Kill a man for a mouthful of bread
Though we salvage what’s left of our dignity
Soon the living will envy the dead

Now is the time… to show them what you’re made of!
Now is the time… so show us what you’re made of!

A time of mass hysteria, they come to fan the flames
Our anti-social media, so quick to lay the blame
They’ll peep through every keyhole and then hang us for our sins
They’ll be the first to suffer, when the great purge begins!

Now the peasants are revolting and the powers that be have lost control
We must embrace the chaos. Time to join the free for all!

Our town halls and city streets. Paved with a thousand broken dreams
For those who hide behind the scenes. There’ll be no Hollywood ending

Amidst the wreckage of our false economy
Kill a man for a mouthful of bread
Though we salvage what’s left of our dignity
Soon the living will envy the dead