Letras: Silverchair. Hollywood.

In the middle of the side
of the road
I'm a cynical baby
So your god fell in love
with the war
well he's only your god
I'm the first male lesbian
I feel less being jaded
The gayest straight boy
That you'll ever meet
And I meet everyone only
not in the flesh

Easy
hopeless admiration of
A hollywood home

We're living in a hollywood home
We're living in a hollywood hole
We're leaving when we want
To go home

Heads tied to a rolling sculpture
Limp feet proceed to hold me up

Now that you've come home