These hills have eyes but not a soul
Bright blue skies that are freezing cold
Plastic eyes full of silicon
But that's so Hollywood typical
Who could do this sober?
Burry me when it's over
We are living on the wrong side of Mulholland Drive
Life moves slow no more hoping eyes
No one cares if you are dead or alive
Then we're so sick of trying
Wrong side of Mulholland Drive
Life moves slow no more hoping eyes
No one cares if you are dead or alive
Then we're so sick of dying
Still dying
Stores fall down like dominos
Land on rooftops they don't know
Burning up going clinical
It's almost biblical
Hollywood typical
Who could do this sober?
Burry me when it's over
Burry me when it's over
We are living on the wrong side of Mulholland Drive
Life moves slow no more hoping or lies
No one cares if you are dead or alive
Then we're so sick of trying
Wrong side of Mulholland Drive
Life moves slow no more hoping or lies
No one cares if you are dead or alive
Then we're so sick of dying
Still dying
Still dying
Still dying
We are living on the wrong side of Mulholland Drive
Life moves slow no more hoping or lies
No one cares if you are dead or alive
Then we're so sick of trying
Wrong side of Mulholland Drive
Life moves slow no more hoping or lies
No one cares if you are dead or alive
Then we're so sick of trying
Wrong side of Mulholland Drive
Life moves slow no more hoping or lies
No one cares if you are dead or alive
Then we're so sick of dying
Wrong side of Mulholland Drive
Life moves slow no more hoping eyes
No one cares if you are dead or alive
So we'll continue dying